Wedged into the seat at the back of the carriage with my case and bag, I’ve balanced my laptop and started to write. Even on the way home there’s no rest from work but at least no-one can read over my shoulder here.
Ten minutes into my journey I proffer my tickets with one hand, trying to stop the laptop slipping with the other.
‘That’s fine,’ says the collector, handing the ticket back having scribbled his approval.
An hour later:
This time, my laptop nearly slides to the floor as I open my purse.
Scribble scribble, ticket handed back.
Half an hour on:
Sighing, I take my time. Let him wait.
As I rummage, he says, ‘where to?’
‘Westbury, we’re nearly there,’ I snap, bending my fingernails on the recalcitrant ticket and handing it over.
‘Westbury is what’s on the ticket. Where would you rather it said?’
I close down my laptop with its drowning emails and impossible targets and look at him in surprise. The sunshine through the window is glinting on his poised pen.
‘The Bahamas would be nice,’ I joke.
As I bend to get my things together, he scribbles something on my ticket and hands it back, moving on, just as the train pulls into Westbury.
Only as I get out of my seat and look out of the window, the White Horse is missing. In fact the hill is missing, and so is the landlocked town. Instead, the platform is on the edge of a beach and there is a table on the sand under a sunshade. I can just make out my name on a reserved label.
Astounded I get off the train and find that someone is waiting to hand me a cool drink and a sunhat. Behind me the train moves on, my briefcase and work laptop still on board. I stand there in the blazing sun with nothing but an overnight bag, a credit card and the words on my ticket obliterated but for the words:
‘Bahamas – needs never return unless she wants to.’
NB There is a real story behind this, if not two. I used to travel regularly between Warminster and Bristol. The railway line runs through Westbury and as you approach the station, you can see the White Horse, so unbelievably surreal on the hill-fort, looking down as it has done for thousands of years (admittedly it hasn’t been looking down on the railway for that long). I was once on the train with a lot of tourists from hot, dry climes who thought they were seeing things and were frantically googling as we passed through. The horse did seem especially superimposed that time, as it had been newly repainted and the grass was particularly green around it. Another time, I was on the same journey with a bunch of students and a particularly persistent guard. The students referred to him as “The Ticket Dude” and I was sitting there after a fairly stressful day at work, thinking what a cool name that was and what a real “Ticket Dude” could do for his customers. Westbury is lovely and so is the whole train journey, but that particular day, if anyone could have whisked me off to a life of leisure in the Bahamas, I would have been more than delighted. The blurry face is me reflected in a different train’s grubby winter window (Poole to Winchester I think). The photo of the White Horse is from the English Heritage site as I don’t own an aeroplane (link below). So far, I’ve never been to the Bahamas, so the photo of the bird over water is a swallow over a Spanish swimming pool! But the train ticket is all mine!
Words and photographs (save the one of the White Horse – see link) copyright 2017 by Paula Harmon. All rights belong to the author and material may not be copied without the author’s express permission Photograph of White Horse (which is quite real, even though it doesn’t look it and also ancient) from the English Heritage Site – click here for more information about the White Horse including how you can visit it.
6 thoughts on “Ticket Dude”
Next time take me with you!
Julie, you beat me to it. Those were going to be my exact words. 😀
Love this! Wouldn’t it be awesome if it was true? Lovely story Paula.
I know, I keep hoping! I think I read and watched too much fantasy as a child, with escapes to other worlds! If I find one, promise I’ll let you know.
In your dreams. I guess.