Boy on a train

Wonderful views from the train from Truro towards London, not least this little chap in the seat in front.  We were both staring out of the window for ages.

Sadly it all went pear-shaped at Reading where 'faulty overhead power cables' meant that Dominique and I had to get off and get a slow train (along with a billion others)  to Waterloo and then scramble to find out the best and quickest way across London to catch the various train options to Cambridge/Norfolk.

Happily I 'm finally home, 10 hours after I set off, and have had  a rather crispy tea which Martin lovingly prepared for an hour and a half ago, but have missed my Jazz rehearsal.

Extra for those that want reminding of crowded London stations....