Because my father is always right.

When I was little I used to hate getting the train anywhere, I found the journey so tiresome and was only ever interested in the destination, not the getting there. My dad used to say to me “Being on a train gives you time to think. You’re creative, use the time wisely.” Of course, being creative at seven years old involved child-like drawings (well I was a child, forgive me) on an A4 page, with a wonky title that read ‘Me and Daddy on the train’ and if I had had the nerve at seven, I would have written ‘BORING’ next to it.

However, like anything in life, you begin to get used to something the more you do it. I’m at University in Bournemouth but my home address is Wokingham in Berkshire, so for the majority of the year, I’m an hour and half at least away from home. (Not that long, I realise, but long enough). Then, for the summer months that I am at home, my boyfriend moves to HIS home address in Brighton, putting a three hour train journey between us. How inconvenient of him.  Anyway, the point is, the train starts to seem pretty damn important when all the people you love are scattered across the country.

So, last summer, on one of my many train journeys to Brighton I decided to thank my father by taking his words of wisdom on board. (This is his favourite way of me thanking him, because he knows it means he was right.) I whacked out my creative side and used my time wisely.

For my Dad, for being so annoyingly clever and right about everything.