The beginning.I attended the photography show in March of 2015 in Birmingham, it's one of the first photography events I've ever been to, and I hope it wont be the last. I know I've probably put a lot of boring crap on my blog, but hey, everyone has to start somewhere.
Had to get a train from Salisbury to Basingstoke to start the journey as I was staying up my aunts in Rugby. It's a bit daunting travelling on your own, especially if your a women. But we only have one life (unless you believe in reincarnation, I'll probably get more repeats then the BBC!) so it's best to take every opportunity that comes our way.
For the first leg I sat with a friend who travels on the trains more times then I use the bus. Sat there quaking and wondering If I'll make a mistake and end up in Wales by accident. My next change was from Basingstoke to Clapham junction. I've only passed through here on the way to London, but it's got 16 platforms, who needs the marathon when you got that many; especially with heavy luggage whacking you in the legs. Asked for passenger assistance who were very helpful on putting me on the connecting train to Watford (probably couldn't wait to get rid of me after mentioning I was a nervous traveller).
Watford to Rugby was basically a mad dash from one platform to another. How do they expect passengers to run a gauntlet from one train to another, as if the hounds of Hell were in pursuit? Was shoved into First class, I thought they had made a mistake, but they said it was ok. I'm not going to complain, even if people did stare at the strange untidy women in the seat who looked like a survivor out of a hurricane.
So I have arrived ready for a photographic adventure (I hope)