In case you’re wondering where I’m up to, it’s now 21:15 on Monday the 4th, and the Departures Board at Euston Station is telling us the Aberdeen Sleeper is “Delayed“.
From my vantage point at Leon, I’d been eyeing up the Signal Box, a new Fullers bar next to the other chain diners on the second floor. And as Mrs RM made for the loos, I made a dash for the beers.
There’s been a guard at the entrance directing you to a table with menus earlier, but I guess the end of food service means an end to that nonsense.
So the range of cask looked a little ambitious, even if they do have lovely handpumps.
“This beer is being held at a red signal…back shortly” it says on the ESB.
Can we expect the defenders of the faith on CAMRA Discourse to take Fullers to task as vigorously as they do Wetherspoons with their “Coming soon” ? Thought not.
I cannot lie. The Hophead was as good as I’ve tasted for ages. Over a fiver, though.
Not that I saw much of it, as Mrs RM appeared from behind my shoulder, shouted “They’re boarding“, and wolfed down the half before I could say “No rush“.
At the train, we got the personal treatment from the lovely Caledonia staff asking how we’d like our haggis cooked, which Proclaimers track we’d like sung to us as we entered a deep sleep passing Milton Keynes, and given our personal ear plugs.
Tempting as it was, we resisted the on-board beery options, a wise move as it turned out.
After putting the request for a 7am porridge and bacon roll on the outside of our cabin, I just had time to open my GBG, finally rip out the silly breweries section, and plan my Aberdeen Adventure.
This is what our journey should have looked like, depositing us in central Aberdeen at 07:39.
The knock on the door came at 5.
“Morning ! Here’s your porridge and coffee. We arrive at Perth in half an hour“.
Sure I said 7.
Hang on. Did she say Perth ?
“Oh yes, did we not say last night ?. The Sleeper can’t do the last section so you have to change at Perth”. No, you didn’t.
Now, being stuck in Perth at 5pm would have been great; I could have ticked off the Green Room Wee Bar and Greyfriars in the 25 minute stuck in Perth, while Mrs RM stood looking frantic. As it is, I’ll have to wait till next month and my return to Dundee.
Perth Station at 5am is a quieter place to be than Clun at sunset.
Still, we were awake, and admired the sunrise over the coast at Carnoustie (top) and Montrose.
But still more than two coffees were needed to compensate for those two lost hours.