Sunday, 29 October 2017

A train ride to hell

I had to go to sunny Devon yesterday.

    Upon leaving Paddington station it was beneath a startling azure sky, shimmering heat (although that could just have been the taxi fumes) and a gentle zephyr rustling what's left of my hair.

    All the way to Pusey, wherever that is, I basked in the heat blasting though the train windows. The moment, the very nanosecond we left Taunton station a tiny black cloud began to grow and move at alarming speed. Even faster than the train, which for a change was overtaking crippled wildlife until it became a battle between the huge stormhead and us. Even at approximately one hundred miles per hour the train could no longer keep up with the awful black wall hurtling towards, and finally past us. By the time we shuddered into Tiverton it was freezing, wet, and awful.

    Apocalypse aside I did get some decent writing done and now I'm almost ten pages into Sod's Law 2. I know it's a little presumptive of me to begin the sequel to a novel I haven't even finished editing yet. But I had me an idea which might work well if I can ditch all logic and revert to my usual childish style of writing. It might not sell many books but makes me laugh, and if that's not what writing is all about then I don't know what is.

    Image courtesy of google images. It was worse than that but I couldn't find anything cataclysmal enough for what I saw yesterday.


  1. Hi Roger, thanks for making me laugh! I was gardening under that black cloud yesterday, but luckily it must have spotted you on the train and changed direction! My husband went out to take some photos for the local paper first carefully looking up the house – forgetting I was in the back garden! Four hours later when he got home he unlocked the back door and asked why I was still gardening! I wish I was a writer, I’m sure there is a funny story in there.

  2. It followed me all the way back to London, and now the car I was driving (previously black) is a murky brown. It'll take ages to clean.
    Mind you, in my Royal Marines training in Devon I don't think it stopped raining for the whole seven months - so no change there.