If I can get somewhere by train rather than by plane, I’ll take the train. If I can get somewhere on foot rather than by car or public transport, I will walk. Last Friday, evening I was in Sheffield for the class of ’72 reunion dinner – see my previous post. It was at the Vice-Chancellor’s house. I arrived at Sheffield station in good time and, as I estimated that I should be able to get there on foot, I set off to walk. This enabled me to walk through the campus and see how it had changed since my student days.
I made it to campus in good time – as a student I used to walk each week from the campus to the station – but my estimation of how long it would then take me to get to the VC’s house was a little awry. I knew it would be (very) uphill but the distance was further than expected. Let’s just say I arrived within an hour of setting off – but only just. The good news is that I was in time for dinner (minutes to spare, well about three or four) and was feeling fit. I rather impressed myself in that I wasn’t even breathless – and it was a very steep hill.
Anyway, a good time was had by all – I may share with you some anecdotes – and I got back to the station by taxi, but that was necessary because of train times. I could have walked. Oh yes.