I sketched the sunset through the window as we approached Derby. I thought it unusual to pass through Derby, but there are different routes and my geography is not that great, and the ticket collector had franked my ticket as normal... So I put it out of my mind and started sketching the man across the way:
It was very dark by now and none of the stations we passed through after Derby were lit up enough to see their names. Then I suddenly realised it was 5.15 - the time we were due into Sheffield - but we were pulling into yet another itsy-bitsy station in the middle of nowhere. Alarm bells finally rang.
By now I was only 2 stations from the end of the line: Matlock! My fellow passengers were very kind and, instead of laughing at me, told me the only thing to do was to carry on and wait for the train to turn round and come back. So I sat on the now empty train at Matlock and waited:
Eventually we pulled into Sheffield at 7pm. At last. I jumped into a black cab, which got me home for quarter past - quite a journey. What an idiot.