Pots

Pots

It’s Mother’s Day and now that PY’s mum is much closer, it was decided that the family would meet up for a Lebanese inspired lunch near her flat in Woking, to celebrate.

We knew there were railway engineering works but PY had planned a route. Our journey went a bit wrong when we got off at Walton-on-Thames expecting to find the replacement bus service to Woking outside and there was none.  It turns out we should have stayed on the train for one more stop to Weybridge. We managed to get back onto the platform and wait for half an hour for the next train to take us one stop. 

At Weybridge there was the usual confusion about replacement buses.  Almost every time we have needed a replacement bus in the last few months - and there have been many - most of the confusion could be sorted out if there were better signposts about where the bus would go from and if the buses honoured those places. The station car park is an ideal space in Weybridge but the total lack of signs - and, it seems, drivers who are prepared to react to what they see in front of them, meant that the bus we needed went right past the orderly queue that had formed to stop nearer the entrance.  A sign would have helped. Or stopping where the queue was (there was nothing in the way and it wasn’t blocking anything). Still, we got on the bus and it ended up in Woking.

Lunch was at Beit Beirut, described on its website as TripAdvisor’s No.1 restaurant in Woking. It was very good and the hospitality shown by the staff was great.  We opted for the tasting menu for all five of us (Scarlett wasn’t well so Phil had decided to stay at the flat with her). There was a lot of food and it probably wan’t helped when the owner offered us more bread and dips and I got the table another portion of their delicious Baba Ganoush. We were all stuffed by the time we waddled back to Christine’s flat.

On the way back there was a return bus in the car park when we got to Woking station about 4:30pm and we were back in the Weybridge car park within half an hour and on a train home, via Wimbledon, a few minutes after getting off the bus. We were back for 6pm which gave me enough time to call my Mum and wish her a very happy Mother’s Day.