It's a sunny morning in Horning Village.
I had breakfast with the same David and Mrs. as yesterday. They asked me many questions again. What time is my train and where am I going? Have I booked a hotel for the night? How many days are I staying? What are you going to see in England? It's like practicing English conversation. I asked for a different breakfast than yesterday, and they prepared the Real English Breakfast, sausages, salted bacon, fried eggs, etc.
I was walking towards Wroxham station and just passed the information desk. I looked in the glass window to see if the attendant who had helped me was there, and the cheerful couple noticed me and waved to me from the counter. Thank you.
The train from Wroxham was delayed from 30 minutes to more than 40 minutes, and finally arrived at the transfer station, Warrington Central. From here I had to walk to Bank Quay station, which is operated by a different railway company. National Rail, the British Railway, brings together many private railways, but the lines are not. Transfer stations for different lines are not always nearby.
I arrived late, so I wondered if I would be able to make the transfer train in time. But I didn't know if the station was nearby. I looked at the compass on the information board in front of the station, which seemed to be roughly in that direction, and walked in a panic. First, I started walking west, and every time I walked a little further, I asked people I met for directions to the station. Everyone was very kind. I once asked someone who didn't know where the station was, so a passing person asked me again.
In the end, Bank Quay station was more than 500 meters away. It was getting close to my train time, so I hurried up to the platform to look at the train information display. But all the trains on this line were delayed too. There were a lot of people waiting on the platform. I waited in the waiting room. A cat is slowly extended on a chair. While watching the people around him panic, cat looks truly relaxed and comfortable as he stretches out in the waiting room.
There was all no air-conditioning, it was hot, and very when I boarded the train that came because of the delay for 90 minutes me. Up to now, air-conditioning was necessary Ats in Britain. The window was not built so that it was opened.
The delay of the jogging train came to increase fast for two hours. The conductor turned round a carriage, and he distributed it to everyone for a water bottle. The cool water would keep a cool head though my throat was not dry.
In the train, here was a transfer station that arrives at Oxenholme at last. I felt relieved because I got off a hot train. However, 20:00 trains for Windermere do not come even if waiting at platform. It would get on the following 20:50. It had darkened when I attached to the Windermere station in the terminal. There was no round bus of YH any longer at this time. The shuttle bus ended, too. For the person who got off ten-odd person train, and four travelers went quickly by taxi etc. and left around the station including me. Whether I could do nothing but walk on the road where it was dark how to cost it was embarrassed. However, it was looked that the driver went toward me when the last taxi left to where. Then, it was possible to wait when answering that it was ambleside waiting there. He leaves a message and the taxi had gone.
I waited by about ten minutes and the taxi returned. I was thought it was still far when I went to Ambleside YH, and was a serious distance if walking on a dark road. It was ago of 22:00 that I arrived at YH, and darkened completely. Because the arrival was too late, I entered while worrying whether the reservation was canceled. My name was found being written in the reservation list by the acceptance and I was feeling relieved safe. Got a room key and to the room of the second floor. The bed in front of the window where it faced the lake would be used. Everyone in this room had not returned yet though it darkens.