Technology this time won’t fail me. Doing 98mph and just went across the border into hilly/grassy/sunny/cloudy/grey/miserable Scotland. Usefully, I forgot that my railcard had run out back in June, so the ticket checking person gave me some “stern words” before charging me an extra £30 to stand up most of the way. Thankfully, lots of people got off at York, so I got a seat.
So, if the course of things is normal, I’m going to get to the venue to find out they’ve lost our application, don’t know who we are, have no record of us giving them any money, and will have also lost the £2000 or so worth of kit I’m having delivered there. Just like old times :)