LOCH LONG

I’m sitting in railway station, got a ticket for my destination ……. having the usual guilty thoughts of ‘should I really be going away and leaving the family?’ Much that I love diving it is always hard not to be sitting at home with the family.
I think it is probably exacerbated by the fact that Preston does not lend itself to the joy of travel and is one of those industrial stations that should exude class but singularly fails to do so. It has the magnificent structural design found in London's stations, the curved cast metal stretching out from the main hub with rosette topped pillars. unfortunately the station looks grimy and has a grim feel about it, non of that excitement that an imminent journey should produce, just a flat dull existence. I'm not keen on Preston station.
So why am I sitting at a railway station with a ticket for my destination? I'm off to dive Loch Long with the usual crew. They left this morning and have kindly been texting me with information about how the sun is out, good meals they are having, it's probably not helped my mood, but I'm on the train and heading to Glasgow in readiness to leap off the station at Dumbarton dressed in thermals and ready to get a night dive in.

Their meal

My meal!

Anyway I'm on the train and on my way towards Glasgow and the sun s out, the scenery (as the train skirts the Lake District) is stunningly beautiful and has quickly changed my mood, although highly jealous of the first dive report, 12m visibility ......aaaaargh!

Two views from the train