Last week we went on a train. It was the first time both girls have been on one, though both have been on the tram, M quite a few times now. B was so excited and we had a bit of time to wait before it came, every train she watched come into the station only for it never to be ours. Eventually it came. She didn’t get the window seat but sat facing out it nonetheless, so I made them swap. She sat most of the journey with her nose pressed up against the window exclaiming ‘Look, cows!’ or ‘Oh a car!’ or ‘Where’s our house?’ and many others at regular intervals. She even liked the tunnels leading up to Waverley.
This is exactly how I like to travel, taking everything in before it all goes anyway. And how it goes. I used to spend quite a bit of time on trains, now I can barely afford it. But that was only nine quid or something for us all which is pretty good. So maybe we’ll do it again in the October holiday. Maybe BB can sit on the other side of the train and see the north side. Her attitude to that and her excitement made me dead proud of who she is. Sometimes I see so much of me in M but it was good to see that part of her little sister was definitely me.