DPP 21: Tundra Train

Our London adventure ended today. If all had gone well, we would have left our flat at quarter til seven, taken a direct train to St Pancras rail station (where thousands of unfortunates are currently queued hoping to get across the Channel before Christmas), and taken a direct train to Edinburgh before arriving home shortly past two o'clock. Instead, we ended up on an eight-train adventure that had us leaving our rented flat just after six, trekking along a the cold dark streets around St Paul's Cathedral before rush hour had even begun, dashing through tube stations, visiting Cambridge, and narrowly managing to get home in time to plan supper and then discover that our plumbing no longer drains water. It has been an exciting day. Here's a moment of relative stillness: our train speeding along the frozen British countryside.