There was no time to do much of anything in the morning, we had to catch a mid-day train back towards London.

The train ride to Glasgow is 4 hours and travels through one of the more scenic areas of Scotland, along the shores of Loch Lomond. Many parts of the train ride pass near the West Highland Way, giving me an idea of what the whole trail would be like.

This long segment of the journey was rendered somewhat unpleasant by the fact that the only toilet on the train wouldn't flush, nor was there any water for washing up. One interesting thing about British toilets, they all seem to flush on the wrong side. I was prepared for everyone driving on the left, but I just couldn't get used to the handle being on the opposite side of the loo.

Once we arrived in Glasgow, we had to travel from one train station to another by bus in order to catch a different train heading south. We only had one hour in Glasgow and spent our time eating a nice pasta dinner.

The next train took us to Carlisle, a smallish town just south of the England/Scotland border. I was not pleased to have left Scotland, but the clock was ticking and we had firm commitments for the remainder of the trip.

This leg of the journey was in a "Quiet Coach" on the train. A Quiet Coach is one that is designated "no cell phones" allowed. What in fact it really means is that, every time someone's cell phone would ring, the obnoxious loud woman with the three screaming children would shout at the top of her lungs, "This is a Quiet Coach! Turn off your cell phone! Can't you read the sign?"

Although it was only 6:00PM, Carlisle had rolled up the sidewalks. There was nothing to do but eat some kebabs from a take-away shop and watch TV.