Last Friday I had to take a train journey. Phoning for tickets I found that for an extra two pounds I could travel first class. Thus I decided to treat myself.
It was a journey in to another world.I entered the carriage, dressed in my normal winter travel gear when I go away walking, re, lightweight fleece bottoms, thermal top and my heavier winter jacket. I could feel peoples eyes following me, click click, click click, eyeballs trying to make out this strange creature in their hallowed domain. Most of the men, obviously business types, suited and booted, posh leather brief cases and expensive lap tops. The women, imaaculately dressed, make up put on to perfection, expensive jewelery. I felt positively dowdy, scruffy in comparison. With a fixed smile on my face I marched down the carriage to my seat. Eyebrows where raised when folk saw my battle scarred rucksack, veteran of a few hill walking sagas. Well, honestly, how on earth could I manage with a nice fancy suitcase when I go walking?
My self esteem, never that high, sank through the floor as I sank with a sigh in to my seat. All through the journey cultivated voices echoed up and down the carriage as business transactions continued non stop via mobile phone and other wonderful high tech gadgets. Mind, the free newspaper and cups of tea where welcome. It was nice too to be served with a smile and a 'would ma'am like milk with her tea'? Next time though I think I shall join the ranks of the many.