There to here

There are always people with suitcases
in Oxford;  bicycles;  men in
business suits.  At one table
a Welshman, a Scot, two English
ladies going to Yorkshire.

How unpleasant the train:  stuffed,
noisy.  The second one:  good,
spacious:  for the majority 
of the journey I was in comfort.

The Edinburgh run tedious,
overcrowded - I was glad
to see the Glenrothes hills.

He waited for me at the station -
final leg:  car pointed
towards the high lands -
tarmac in the dark.

Twelve hours later I opened
my front door.

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