All was well and good but for the first time in many years i dont work in London .. this may or may not be a factor – it could just be that everything that happens not irregularly will have its moment. The thing that over the years that has happened not irregularly is the late night train sleeping. For many years on my phone and then somewhere along the line a mixture of getting sloppy or cocky meant that was no longer a regularly adopted safety net.
Unlike when i worked in parliament and awoke to find myself on route (with all chances to avoid this fait behind me) to the city of Cambridge. I did not live in Cambridge at the time, ive never lived in Cambridge or anywhere close to Cambridge) .. Unlike those time recent times have seen a spate of better … not judgement – fortune. Not this time, the body had maybe unlearnt the rhythm and timings of the journey. Worse than this, having woken up two stops and about 10 minutes before my own, i opted for one more nap. It was a poor none-choice, a dereliction of choice and embracing of misplaced instinct.
I awoke and found myself on route and wondered where too.. sometimes you just know the pitch black world beyond the window just isnt the right kind of pitch black, its a pitch black belonging to a world of the less familiar. Id been studying the black pensively as the train pulled in to the big reveal station, it was not my station, it was not a station before my station.. it was a problem.
The side routes were pitch black, it was morning – not yet but it was last train of the night late and there was no sign of any taxi. Because inanimate objects understand comedy timing my phone new this was its time, announcing its lower power with some familiar beeps before bypassing the customary lower power period and shutting itself down. Days, months, sat within a pocket, recalling the moments of gravity induced escape, livid with the disrespect shown for its years of solid service and waiting. Waiting for the right moment to act.
No Taxis – not one was by the station and none passed by as i wondered in the direction of home, waiting for a choice to present itself.. after a while of choices not presenting themselves, i was by the A1 the one road that went the right way and came with probable road lighting. A roundabout, a lack of choices accompanied by a lulling lack of traffic and a number of unresolved questions in my head… the wisdom of the option that looked destined to come.
I was pretty sure this was not a not allowed thing-it was the A part not the M part – not a motorway and therefore ok for night time idiots who sleep on trains and day time old people seeking notoriety on their mobility scooters.
Still it didnt come with a pavement – it came with a certain amount of excess space – a semi-hard shoulder and some grassy patches that had had no reason for pruning, it was spring, there had been rain and there had been warm, it was lush and it was springing forth. Still it was for the best – imaging what this would have been in the cold, wet and even darker of winter.. no, if the time was to come to remind on the perils of alcohol haze train-ing without a safety net, then it couldn’t have happened on a much kinder night than this.
Some cars and lorrys swept past, moving off to the fast lane as if i were far wider of more weaving than i know to be true while a couple opted for the helpful beeping – solidarity or not.