3rd July D day!!!!! All going smoothly, bikes and god knows how many bags safely onto the virgin train at Lancaster that usually stops for 2-3 minutes, helped by Harry, and 3 midwives!!! Then nothing. Train not moving, connection in jeopardy at the other end, the most military precisioned plans going out of the window, the ferry sailing into the English channel without us, alternatives going to cost us a fortune, not leaving Lancaster, homeless with other people living in our homes, big issue selling becoming a reality (no idea why people think I am dramatic-this is obviously Kath now on the blog case) Frantic texts to Harry who ascertained loads of connecting trains, literally every 10-15 mins just needed to be on one by 20.00 (2pm at this point) so relaxed a tad. Then 2 hours later after a change onto a later train, not sure where the original one went on the blocked line? and we were off. Woo oo. Then relatively (if cycling through London in rush hour can be called painless) painless journey made nicely in time to board our first ever overnight ferry and a well deserved pint or 4!!! (bad idea that)
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