TGOC DAY 0 - TO OBAN

I realised in the middle of the night that my watch was not on my wrist. Nor was it on the table next to me and from that information I deduced that it was still on my bedside table at home.

For some peple being watchless for two weeks would be a joy. Not so for me. I need my watch and its absence kept me awake (silly, I know) whilst I came up with a back up plan.

I was up early this morning to put my plan into action - and having arisen so early, what should i find sitting there on the floor but the missing item. Sigh of relief.

With grateful thanks to my sister who, bleary eyed, gave us a lift to the station this morning, our journey commenced.

Our first encounter with another Challenger was on the platform (and I think it was for the fun of seeing people running up stairs with baggage that the last minute platform change was made). More have been spotted joining the train since.

There's a little nervousness on the the train - not at the thought of the walk to come but because the train was already running late when we joined it and we have an important connection to make in Glasgow...