on tuesday i headed out for a work related meeting, with a ticket in my hand but unsure exactly where i was going. i was told it was in surrey but that’s like saying it’s in the smoky mountains to a brit…you know, somewhere between ohio and texas?
due to laziness an oversight on the part of the team PA instead of arriving at my destination at 6pm-i left birmingham at 6pm!! lucky for her it is not the middle of winter and pouring rain!!! 3 hours and 3 trains later passing through towns such as bagshot, martins heron and winnerish…and winnerish triangle!!! i arrived in frimley…
the first stop out of birmingham was reading…pronounced redding. not sure it is famous for anything other than being a barely commutable area outside of london and a music festival. as you can see train stations are my life….
the highlight of the trip, besides the stunningly, warm, summer weather was the middle stop….ascot, home of the famous horse race made familiar to all us yanks (of a certain age) in the movie “my fair lady”
since i won’t be slipping into an outfit like that and joining the festivities any time soon…i can say i have been this close…
as i was walking down this path to take a photo, in the 15 minutes between trains, at nearly 9pm…there was some fantastic blues music blasting from a small club just to the right…in my younger days, i might have chucked the whole trip and just hung out.
sadly, i resisted the urge and gathered my adult maturity*deep breath* didn’t venture too far so as not to risk missing my train and i only stood outside the club listening to the music*deep sigh*………….. although that may be a post for another day~
is south ascot like the southside of chicago or south central LA????