Boy,how time flies. It’s been a week since I arrived in santiago de compostella. I had less than twenty hours in London, a few of those spent with Emily. The next morning I was on the train to Glasgow. The whole reason for that, was to ride the jacobite train from Fort William to Mallaig. It’s a steam train trip, world renowned. I walked part of it when I walked the west highland way. The train only runs in the summer, and I walked in the winter, so I was always coming back to tick it off. Unfortunately, not this year. The english government, in its wisdom, decided just before the summer time table came out, to modernise the door locks,which had serviced these beautiful carriages for the last one hundred and twenty odd years. So it will probably be winter before the job is done. When you try to purchase a ticket, all you get is,operating times tbc.to be confirmed. There are a lot of unhappy tour companies and punters like me. As far as tourism goes, the jacobite train is one of the jewels in the crown. So apart from checking out Glasgow and her bars,and a full day small bus group tour covering some of the areas I walked, plus more, I did enjoy my break. My train from Glasgow arrived back in London on Friday afternoon. I proceeded to an ATM ,to find my card was unacceptable. That’s ok, I have two back ups. No,they wouldn’t give me any money either. Maybe a crook ATM. No, other people could get money out. If I tell you what happened next, I will need fifty more pages to explain. Cut a long story short, I can tap,but I can’t get cash out. A bit annoying, but I can handle it. With AI in place, I can’t reach a real person to sort it. But that’s how the system operates, get used to it. Back in London, Emily cooked my dinner after sitting in an outside bar on a balmy London evening. The next day we had a big day walking the seven sisters. Another beautiful coastal walk, a couple of hours south of London. They are made of chalk and located on the english channel. We probably walked at least half or more of it. About twelve kilometres in total.Sunday,Em made me a nice egg and salami and other nice ingredient wrap in the fry pan.I repacked my kit ready for my Cotswold walk. Emily wasn’t  feeling one hundred percent, so we relaxed and played a game of cards till it was time for me to catch three different trains, a bus, and a half hours walk to Bockley for my accommodation, before catching a bus to the starting line tomorrow morning. The weather has been incredible the last few  weeks in the UK. This week on the Cotswold, the forecast is rain almost every day and temperatures between thirteen and seventeen. Maybe I should have done it last week. We’ll see what happens. I’m always singing that crowded house song, everywhere you go,always take the weather with you.