Day Five..... Now I am into my rhythm. Up at 0730, ablute, then make my sandwiches. Kiss SWMBO, tickle Hilly's ears, and head for the door.
|"Silver Medal latté"|
Today, we joke I win gold in Pumpkin. The red haired tattooed lady barista gives me a medium instead of small latté, no extra charge. In hindsight, more like silver rather than gold; there's also a large.
Today until just before take off I have the front carriage to myself. Despite being the very front, it is labelled F on the overhead display. In Carriage F there are four of us at zero hour.
Such a civilised way to travel.
|No rubbish on Javelin|
NB. The words Olympic and silver medal are used as part of the narrative and are in no way intended to infringe the copyright of LOCOG or the IOC. Similarly the names of coffee shop franchises are used to highlight the smallness of Pumpkin and in no way to the detriment of their brands.....
At the second stop at Ebbsfleet International. This one really is international as like Ashford the Eurostars stop and there are proper border controls and customs. No one gets into F to join us. I suspect the rest of the train is similarly lightly filled....