After spending a few days in the family homestead over Christmas, I returned to chez nous in advance of a trip to Sligo. There’s only enough pudding and tea I can consume in a 24 hour period. Ms 73man had camped there shortly after Christmas, having fulfilled her own domestic obligations by then. I decided that I would get the train to Sligo, and like a 6 year old, eagerly anticipated that Dempsey’s shiny new train awaited me in Dublin’s Connolly Station. You know, save the planet, feel all self-righteous, let her do the driving there, that sort of thing. I imagined a sleek new machine chomping at the diesel bit to get me to my destination.
In-service trials have begun on the daily 11.05hrs Dublin-Sligo and 14.55hrs Sligo-Dublin, with more new trains to be brought in to service on the Sligo line in the New Year.
Great, new trains on one line and only for two of the five daily services. Genius. That’s worth getting the CEO and Minister to pose for alright! The journey was uneventful enough but punctuated by an older man who insisted on telling the young Indian family opposite me to “stay” after muttering to himself. The fine gentleman then went to inform us all – although I am not sure it was elicited by anyone in particular – that he has NEVER owned a television, Bertie is a STUPID man and how sixteen of his seventeen houses had been donated to the St Vincent de Paul. None of his millionaire offspring would ever get their hands on them.