The other travel card game is Trivial Pursuit: Steal. It’s much less complicated than Backpackers, though not the greatest game for only two players. Glossing over the details of it being card based, the idea is predictably to earn all 6 wedges. At 3-all we take a pause to crack open the train beers I’d been lugging with all day; my stouts are nice, Helen’s sour is so fucking sour it takes two hours to get through.
She wins the first, and only, game we play, despite at one point crowing about stealing a point off me when in fact she’d read me a question from the wrong damn category. The train stops at Reading as she starts reading; I shove my headphones on and listen to a wrestling podcast while Berkshire and Wiltshire and Somerset go past.
As well as stare out of the window, jealous of the people walking between the Atlantic and the railway, we briefly discuss our options for the evening ahead. I also start working on potential puns for this and subsequent posts.
I’m glad we’re by the water because there’s less to be annoyed about. Specifically, throughout Wiltshire and Somerset I was wondering where all the henges are at. Isn’t that the land of the henge? Why aren’t they next to the railway lines?
Its kind of a shame we’re not staying a bit further east. Let me burn a few obvious puns that you’ve all heard before anyway:
- Devon (must be missing an angel)
- Ooh, baby, do you know what that's worth? Ooh, Devon is a place on earth
- Whoa-oh-oh, SHOW ME DEVON
I’m holding off on Slayer for when I’m further south. But anyway, we’re going to Cornwall which is a much less fruitful rhyme, so I stick with the word ‘west’ as my muse.
Well, not quite nothing. There’s a cafe with a terrible font, a Spar in which we buy flapjacks and Heineken, and another cafe. Outside there’s a couple of welcomes.
Inside there are a ton of leaflets for tourist attractions throughout Devon, which makes me think it’s aimed entirely at people from Cornwall. I mean, anyone else here has already gone through basically the whole bloody county before reaching Plymouth.
And then this happens. Just fantastic. Well played, Plymouth. Well played.
There is all kinds of train related stuff going on here: train timetables, train books, model trains, trains trains trains. I love it, Helen loves it even more, and I wonder if Mike, Mark, or t’other Mark would love it yet more than any of us. I also wonder why all my trainspotter mates have names starting with M.