Escape! GNER up to usual tricks-wrong type of points on track but we made it only 15 minutes late. Amazed the wickedness of a sweet Welsh mother and daughter who plonked themselves down in front of me just after leaving Kings Cross. The seats were reserved-one from Peterborough the other from York. Without a blush they removed the seat reservation slips and concealed them about their persons. After a brief discussion in welsh they appeared to be asleep at both Peterboroogh and York. At Peterborough what seemed to be the rightful owner of the seat looking at the sleeping red headed beauties decided not to challenge them and passed on up a very crowded carriage in search of another seat. He spent most of the journey in the corridor jump seat. At York no one appeared so the charade was wasted. I suppose I should have protested but my courage failed me-the older lady looked too much like Ann Robinson to risk a tongue lashing and I had enough problems dodging their firmly out struck legs to provoke a genuine assault. Welsh junior was a big person built like a front row forward and her tattoos hinted at a lifetime of gratuitous violence. Best leave ill alone.
I doubt if similar problems would ever arise on the Hutton/Paxton/Berwick bus. (The twain Taffies were heading for Glascow. Hopefully they will meet their match there.)
