Yes, it’s back to the weightless reports again. It doesn’t seem that long since I got back from London, but here I am, back in Bristol already. Well, I say “already”, but it was a bit of a long journey. There’s been a wee bit of rain around the country, which led to flooding in parts of Yorkshire, which led to my train not only having to go veerrryyy slooooowwwwllly at times, but also having to wait for other slow trains in front to get through. This reflection-affected picture shows the view from the window in a rather bad way:
Either that, or it’s a previously unknown impressionist painting.
That would have been bad enough, but more fun was to follow. The train was supposed to get a new crew at Birmingham New Street for the rest of the journey to Bristol, but what with the weather and the delays, the crew was in the wrong part of the country, so the train had to give up at Birmingham. So I then had to wait for the next train to Bristol, which oddly enough was only a little bit late. So I got to the hotel at around 8:30, which was about 90 minutes later than planned.
Oh, and I forgot to clip my Fitbit on before leaving home, so activity tracking will not be happening…
 It normally goes to Penzance or some such place, but that part of the country has apparently floated away and is expected to arrive in Florida at some point