Gone South

Monday morning I got the bus from Foxton village to Market Harborough rail station where I caught a train into London St. Pancras.  A quick hike around to Kings Cross underground and a new style (new to me anyway) underground train to Aldgate East.  The new carriages are just SO open, like giant bendy-buses where you can see from one end to the other. 
I managed to get a bit lost at Aldgate East - who changed London when my back was turned?  - so a quick tour of E1 before tracking down Fenchurch Street station and catching my connection to Essex.

 The Oh so open underground carriages - an Olympic bonus perhaps?

 

I have left the dogs supervising Joe as he applies a coat of varnish to the back cabin and refurbishes the paint in the engine room.    I simply cannot be about when any paint fumes are present because my skin reacts big time and instead of being just a wrinkly old B* I am transformed into a red, bloated, shut-eyed wrinkly old B* ; something to be missed if at all possible.   So I have taken the opportunity to visit Mother and left them to it on Yarwood.

 

I picked up a hire car from Enterprise today so at least I can make myself useful ferrying Mum about getting some things done for her; today the library and the bank, tomorrow the world!

 

 

My temporary red wheels