The first part of my day was boring and consisted mostly of getting myself to the train station. At this point, the hills of Edinburgh are a little annoying because I have to lug a suitcase up and down them in order to get to the train. Oh well. I would prefer to travel lighter, but this is a cross between vacation and moving home, so some additional weight is a necessary inconvenience.
On the train to Inverness I was seated in a group of four seats, two front-facing and two back-facing, with a table in the middle. This is the sort of setup where conversation is inevitable if the languages allow. The other three seats were filled in by a family going also to Inverness, where the mom is going to run in the marathon...