Last train trip

Today I had my last train trip into Reading, as I was walking to the station it was windy and seemed to be getting stronger. I timed the walk perfectly, I had just finished purchasing the tickets when the train pulled up at the platform. It was lunch time so the carriages were rather empty. I sat down at a window and admired the country going in to Reading.Arriving in Reading the wind had picked up considerably, my eyes started to water with the sting of cold air. Leaves everywhere gold and brown with splashes of red, dancing a frenzied dance about my feet on the paved street, settling in a protected corner slowly gaining height. On I walked thinking this will probably be my last time in Reading and I felt rather melancholy.Plastic bags flew about some getting caught in trees, I just watched one struggling and fluttering to escape the grasp of branches. I stood there mesmerized it almost looked life like in its determination to break free and float up and away. A tall man I assume a Scotsman was busking playing the bag pipes in his kilt. He had a small gathering around him, I was wondering whether they were there appreciating the music or waiting for his kilt to blow up. I do not like bag pipes, to me they sound like whining cats, so it is now obvious I was waiting for his kilt to blow up, I am sure he had it weighted down, after ten minutes I left.After finishing my shopping I took the train back to Mortimer, I walked my last walk back from the station, laden with dry cleaning and groceries. I had no hands free to pick the plump blackberries intertwined with the hedges; my hands were hurting as the bag of groceries was cutting into my fingers. I stopped occasionally putting every thing down. I would take a small break reload then trudge on again. Arriving home and dumping my shopping, the phone rang it was Kurt he was on the train to Mortimer. Kurt wanted to come and stay the night, it was to be the last time we would catch up before we go to Switzerland. It was a sad evening I held back tears while Kurt did his best to cheer me up with his funny stories and he did manage to get me laughing maybe it wasn’t his stories but the wine that did the trick.