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Heerenveen – Schiphol

She occupies three seats, one for her, two for her bags. Annoyed, I pull up an eyebrow. She jumped the queue when entering the train too. She rummages through a bag, and I chuckle. This is how my mum would pack; stuffing a set of towels in a beach-bag last minute, tied by its handles to the hand luggage. Because you never know! Clearly prepared for anything, she pulls out a neatly folded plastic bag so she can put her feet on the seat opposite her. Seat number four claimed. I smile openly now. Who cares. Plenty of room!