The alarm clock was successful this morning and the ‘Bob is Back’ crew (Level 1 ) may well question, ‘whyever not?’ having been so rudely awakened at least twice on CV3 while I’ve slept on, blissfully ignoring its irritatingly harsh tune.
Ian got me to the station on time and here I arrived in Fratton after a whole morning’s rail travel. The Bakerloo line was thoroughly traversed, all except the last two stops to Elephant and Castle. It reminded me afresh why I detest travelling like crowded rats in a sewer.
I charged the camera, batteries and phone and downed a complimentary coffee. The AirB&B room was perfect and on the bus route, but mostly chosen for its price tag.
The morning’s plan was to ride the train, ferry and then bus to the RYA Sea Survival venue grabbing a sandwich en route for lunch.
Mel my host was extraordinary and we both shared our lives. She has four daughters, Lydia, Rebecca, Rachel and Izzy (Isabella). There are studio quality pictures of them on almost every wall. She teaches foreign children, English, mostly Poles privately. There are studio quality pictures of them on almost every wall. The place was homely and I managed to blag a room for downtime before having to travel back home, luckily on an open return rail ticket.
As I’d arrived around midday I chose to walk into town and was drawn once more to Gunwharf Quays. I snagged a very good pasty and munched through it on my return past Portsmouth University along with a rather good cappuccino.
Mangled Neuron 