Our Journey

​In our journey , while travelling whether on the way or returning we encounter many familiar and unknown rituals …each brings their own unique challenge .There are amounts of repetition and in truth frequency will not blunt the adrenaline rush one gets as you enter the ritual itself ..The one I will describe will be familiar to those who travel to and fro along the  locomotive riddled arteries of the crumbling corruption of the notion of the  Grand British Railway …you enter the carriage perhaps D or C  the cool air of the platform is suffocated by the warm stale blush of other breath …you nasal cavity pinches as the acrid  ungainly toilet attempts to cloak faecal matter and gallons of urine …The green flickering white light guides you to your seat …which is occupied by a seemingly derelict faced descendent of a plantation owner or perhaps radio officers grand daughter from a time when merchants  seamen …well anyway ….despite this detail you stand as if  you are standing on a cliff edge during a tumultuous raging day storm ….and in truth all you really have to do is say ” excuse me that is my seat !!”  This merry procrastination is many of the delights of modern train travel ..Torbay to Penzance ….


About mauricewoconnell

Maurice OConnell is a Creative based in Cornwall concentrating on Writing and Unique theatrical appearances.. He continues to imagine a world twice as exciting and dangerous than it could possibly ever be View all posts by mauricewoconnell

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