Public transport on a Sunday is miserable. I left my sister’s house at 9:30 and won’t be home until 2pm. That’s four and a half hours to travel about 30 miles. By car it’s a one hour journey.
Blaming other people gets me nowhere. Trains have been appalling on a Sunday as long as I can remember. I made a choice not to learn to drive but that now seems ridiculous. If I want to travel on a Sunday (if I want to visit anywhere on the weekend) I need to learn to drive. Otherwise I can stay put, choosing not to ruin relaxing weekends by ending them with the misery of rail replacement buses and waits in bad railway cafes.
Now to kill the next 80 minutes looking round a mall. It’s hard not to conclude modern life is a waste of time.If you want to follow what I'm up to, sign up to my mailing list