Start of my journey

After booking a train ticket on the 26th May and arriving early at Poulton-le-Fylde train station 🚉 the first thing I see is my 14:32 train to Preston is cancelled. Fortunately, after what now appears to be the obligatory selfie in front of the Poulton-le-Fylde station sign; when travelling by train, I boarded the next train out. Arriving at Preston with plenty of time to spare with a "no decaf and is semi skimmed milk, ok?" Coffee, I sat watching my fellow commuters. 🏃🚶🧍‍♂️🧳 Checking the timetable on the Trainline website it appears my 14:32 train was cancelled for good. Are we the only country where to get anywhere on time you have to travel earlier than planned 🤔 The London train arrived on time and someone was already sitting in my seat warming it for me ...... now that is service for you - thank you, Avanti 😊
Arriving in London just 12 minutes late, I had crossed the great North - South divide. I was dressed prepared for rain 🌧 whilst everyone around me wore t-shirts, shorts and sunglasses!! An impromptu game of ‘Let's play' spot the northerner!!’ began
Just under an hour later, via 2 underground 🚇 trains and a 5-minute walk, I arrive at my son; Tom’s house. As I already knew that he was staying out for the night, I dropped my bags off and headed into downtown South Woodford, fancying an Italian pasta dish for my tea. Walking past numerous Bar & Grill, Hungarian, Greek, and Japanese restaurants, my quest for an Italian restaurant came to an end in the form of Nino's. After a lovely spaghetti 🍝 Carbonara accompanied with a beer 🍺; ⬅️ well, it wasn't as big as that one, I strolled back to the house.Baca lagi