Friday was a long day. We took the train out of Eastbourne at about 10 am. Again, the sprint across London was on my mind. We eased into Victoria Station on time and let me say, my wife was outstanding. We left the train and she seemed to be a homing pigeon. She set off at a goodly pace diagonally, through the mass of humanity toward an, as yet, unseen exit. She took us directly to the tube station, down the steps, through the maze of tunnels, down more steps and there was the train to Euston Station. Four stops along, up the steps, through the gates and there were all the destination boards. With 15 minutes to spare, enough to go to Upper Crust for two sandwiches for our looooong ride to Lancaster. At Lancaster Station we had to go up steps across the tracks down the steps and then try to push our way onto a train filled with school kids going to Morecambe. We then walked about 2 k to the Berkeley rooming house.
Morecambe is a small, somewhat seedy, seaside town, filled with these small B&B type places lined along the front. The day was rainy and windy and we were so tired. But, like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, there they were! After 3 years, the fearless four were back together.
It was wonderful to hear those Aussi accents.
We had a short stroll along the front before pizza and bed.
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