There and back again
Mar. 27th, 2013 04:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sawylPost-party breakfast for the remaining visitors, followed by a tour of the Warwick Campus for those possessed of nostalgia for the place — having heard the latest gossip about its current direction, I'm glad it's not my alma mater. Once this had been done, we went to the station and headed off in our separate directions: Olga to London, the Parisian contingent to Birmingham International and me to New Street.
The journey was largely uneventful, despite a late start caused by the mysterious lack of a driver. After fifteen minutes, the problem was traced to a rostering error, a suitable replacement driver was found, and we finally got underway. I split my time between staring out of the window and reading the first part of Patrick Rothfuss' The Name of the Wind which, so far at least, is as good as the hype.
The journey was largely uneventful, despite a late start caused by the mysterious lack of a driver. After fifteen minutes, the problem was traced to a rostering error, a suitable replacement driver was found, and we finally got underway. I split my time between staring out of the window and reading the first part of Patrick Rothfuss' The Name of the Wind which, so far at least, is as good as the hype.
