The Bank Holiday weekend is also Dad's 75th birthday, so I'm back to Aylesbury for three days. By train, whoop whoop! I paid for the trip down and Mum paid for my return trip; I'm coming home First Class! Bless her.
This means I don't arrive in the middle of the night having travelled a ridiculously circuitous route. Instead I'll be in Oxford by 14.02. Mum might get Dad to come on the bus to meet me, but I think it's more likely I'll get the bus back alone. At least there is a bus stop at the station, and it's only an hour from there.
Anyway, I will miss the Tour de Yorkshire and the Street Festival
Still, I know where I'd rather be.