London on Taff
My plan - to try to beat the four hours and ten minutes time for the return to Norfolk that I set last week - had a fundamental flaw. Torchwood Town and the roads surrounding it had been infested by Londoners in town for the Pointless Cup Final.
Now logically they’d all have been clogging the roads into Torchwood Town, leaving the escape routes clear. In fact, they should all have been parked up and busy getting wet under the open roof of the Millenium Stadium.
But no, it wasn’t to be. Traffic problems (both road and rail, I gather) meant that enough people had had enough problems to be meandering around in a lost fashion well after the game kicked off.
So, not under four hours then. Lot by a long way. Oh well, there’ll be other chances.
Joy’s really racking up the miles, though, considering that this was only our third weekend together. In fact, we’ve almost travelled 1900 miles together already. If this rate was to continue - which it clearly can’t - the first 9,000 mile service would be due in just another two months’ time, and that’s just silly.