The Why Not Traveller

Bags are packed and I’m on the train. First encounter was with the guard, had to blag the HM Forces travel card already. It’s ok, it’s great practice for the rest of the trip. I would love to say that I’m going to miss home but as you can see by the miserable picture I’m not going to. To all of you that will be staying home over the winter months, I apologise now for slagging it off, but this may be the ugliest photo allowed on the blog, unless I put a selfie up.

I haven’t a clue how all this works. The idea of a blog has been an interesting thought for some time, I have always threatened to take one on but never had the confidence to do so. I struggled with English at school and thought it would be impossible to write publicly. However, this being my last night in Brighton and only 6 days left in Blighty, the journey ahead seems the perfect opportunity to learn the basics. You’ll have to bear with me as my grammar is poor and the jokes will probably be worse (you can blame my Dad for them) but hopefully it will be insightful, informative and a laugh along the way.