On a couple of occasions recently I’ve arrived at a London Overground station on time, only to find that my train arrived early and, much worse, left early and I’ve missed it. This is, as far as I’m concerned, even more frustrating than the trains running late.
Surely, if a train arrives at a station early for some reason the driver should be made to wait at the station until the scheduled departure time, so that those of us who arrive just in the nick of time aren’t made to wait on a cold, windy platform for the next one.
This weekend Jenny and I headed off to Bath with Steve and Jen, where we met up with fellow SCA folks Kevin and Mary for a visit to the Fashion Museum and the Roman baths. Kevin and Mary very graciously put us up for the night in their splendidly comfortable home, where they fed and watered us splendidly.
I’d been to Bath before and, of course, had seen the baths themselves. They were well worth a second visit and the Fashion Museum, which was a first for me, was very interesting as well. Especially as we’re in the throes of planning a wedding. My current thinking revolves around leather jeans, a white shirt and a knee-length jacket of some sort. I have only the vaguest idea of what Jenny’s planning, which is only right and proper.
Anyway, we headed back to London just after midday. I found myself surprisingly tired, and my eyes were closing as I sat in the car on the M4. This evening has been spent doing some washing and trying to relax before another busy week.
Last weekend I had a thoroughly enjoyable visit to Bruges. Getting there via the Channel Tunnel was no problem, since we travelled just before the fire, but getting home was a bit more complex. We had to cancel our Eurostar tickets and catch a train to Antwerp, another to Schipol Airport and then a plane to London City airport. Still, it was an adventure if nothing else.
Bruges itself is beautiful and full of cool museums and churches, together with friendly restaurants and bars where everyone speaks English. Just as well, as my Flemish is non-existent, to my shame. We English in general, and me in particular, are really rather bad at learning other people’s languages.
Anyway, a jolly good, if exhausting, time was had. I’d definitely go back again.