A train to Inverness and I don't feel well.

Today is a travel day.  We are on two trains today.  Our first train was at 9:55AM on Northern Rail from York to Edinburgh and then ScotRail from Edinburgh to Inverness.  We arrive at 5pm.  We top out at 124 mph. Which is an average speed for British rail.

We packed up and left our apartment.  After tugging our luggage along the pavement (sidewalks), we made our train with time to spare.  The ride up was great.  Lots of views of the mountains, cattle and sheep with babies, the North Sea.

We changed trains in Edinburgh and off we go again.  This time we passed many mountains some with snow on top.

Our flat is at the stop of a long flight of steps. When we started up the Market Brae Steps, I could not get my breath, and I just about fell over.   Something is SO WRONG.  A woman coming down the steps immediately noticed that something was wrong and asked if she could help.  It seems that our trip is about to change.  

We made it to our flat and I was so short of breath that Shawna had to take our luggage up. The flat is much smaller than the huge place we were in for the last few days but nice. Kind of a one room and a bathroom off the side.

After a few minutes, I started coughing a lot and was still short of breath. Early morning, the next day, I cough up pink liquid. We decided to head to the hospital. Obviously, I had blood in my lungs.

At least the view from our apartment is really nice.