Berwick upon Tweed; Friday, 23 January, 2009

My first trip of 2009, and possibly one of the slowest and most relaxed starts to a trip ever. I was booked on the 3pm train from Kings Cross, but I finished work just before midday so that I could meet a friend for lunch up at St Pancras before heading off.

After an obscene amount of Sushi, and having left my friend to go back to work, I waddled over to Kings Cross station, grabbed a coffee and waited the hour for my train to be called.

On the dot of three the train pulled out of Kings Cross and three and a bit hours later, a couple of minutes early, it pulled into Berwick station.

I had checked online before I had left the exact location of the hotel and how to get to it, so I headed straight away from the station and towards the hotel. Sadly, the map I had consulted had been a little wrong, and it placed the hotel on the opposite side of the road from where it was. Unfortunately, that road was the A1 and I had to cross it on four occasions before I finally spotted the hotel back where I had come from 10 minutes previously.

Feeling slightly knackered I decided I couldn’t be bothered to walk back into town to grab any dinner so I made use of the conveniently located supermarket and then went back to my room for an early night.