Hugh couldn’t remember the last time he had travelled by train (if ever), helicopters; mais qui, chauffer driven limo; assurément ….. and as for having to buy ones own ticket, well, on this occasion he just sat aghast and watched Darrell do it for him (just this once), commenting on how clever Darrell was, with “….. all zees routes and all zee changey wangey things! My ‘ed” he said “Is, ‘ow you say, done in, no?”!!!!!!
We thought, as this was Hugh’s first time, it would be best if Hugh was accompanied by Nigel, who is now an expert expert in the intricacies of the four change route!!!Hugh was at once fearful, on reaching the first station, to find out that not only had they to negotiate four changes of train, but that they may also have to face the peril of fallen leaves ….. and hopefully, not the wrong sort of fallen leaves!!!!
But Nigel told him to chill and just make sure he didn’t let loose of their tuck bag full of carefully selected snacks to nibble on, en-route.
The first journey from our village to Wolverhampton was only 9 minutes, so not long enough to get all that peckish, or on the other hand, need a sick bag. On arrival, Nigel told Hugh, that the next train was “in” so it would be a seamless “off one, on to another” operation.
On the Wolverhampton to Galton Bridge leg of their journey (another 10 –12 minutes or so), Nigel almost fell of his seat when Hugh asked when the stewardess would be along to check if they needed anything, as he wouldn’t mind a blanket to keep ‘is legs warm and that an ‘ed rest wouldn’t go amiss, to which Nigel responded with an incredulous “Huuuuuuuuuuuuugh …… what are you like??????”
There was about a 20 minutes wait at their next station, Galton Bridge, a maze of stairways and lifts and platforms on two levels over a canal!!! Nigel dragged the suitcase along, while Hugh meandered with their tuck bag, musing that cruises on Simone Cowelle’s yacht around the med were romantic and exciting, yes, but nothing to compare to this!
The Galton Bridge to Worcester Shrub Hill journey was pretty quiet, and the longest part of their journey on one train, so, what better place to avail themselves of a snack or two ……. “Only one more train (Worcester to Evesham) and then a short walk to Snake Mountain!” sighed Nigel ….. dreaming of being on one of Hugh’s helicopter rides!!!! Hugh was lovely …….. but quite, quite exhausting!!!