Health Drink

Mr B's somewhat pessimistic view of Northumbrian roads and of the rail network's ability to have one day in December without total chaos descending, resulted in us being an uncharacteristic 2 hours early for our train this morning. This from a total allowed journey time of 3 hours... Happily we found a cafe before the hordes of football supporters arrived and whiled away the time with hot chocolate, the Observer and people watching.

The train journey could have felt shorter but for the free-range toddlers next door, but with a captive audience I was able to teach TallGirl the rudiments of different numerical bases. And all that so she could understand one of the geeky jokes in the Observer (there are 10 types of people in the world: those who understand binary and those who don't.)

Now after introducing our new adult member of the family to how Oyster cards work (you don't pay for public transport until you're 12 in London) we are safely in a fellow blipper's house. The photo is to show the homeowners (currently under the Channel) that we're making ourselves at home.