I had one of those "what on earth was I thinking?" moments earlier today. It came while standing on the platform of Oxford train station comparing the arrival time at Birmingham International with the departure time of my flight to Belfast. I'm sure I had some logic when I booked the tickets last month, but it turns out that I'd left about 15 mins after I arrived at the airport until check-in closed. And so this would of course be the day for the train to be running 25 mins late...
Thankfully, British European have an online check in, and so was still able to drop my bags off and run to the departure gate to leave me a good ten minutes to spare before the flight took off. So I've indeed made it home, but by a tighter squeeze than I would generally like. It seems I shall have to remember to think the next time I book travel details to ensure I don't arrange any more nightmares. What's that? An eleven hour train journey next time? Darn...
