Travel 

The Journey from the
Lake District to London 

A day of a journey,  Virgin Trains was my way of travel.  Now I have had problems with Virgin Trains, they placed me on the wrong train when I first moved to the Lake District, and of course the football fans, (Preston) in which they were bad mannered, and uncontrollable. I was now again going to trust Virgin trains for my journey. 

This time it was different, this time there was a politeness about them. four hours on a train, and I wasn't going to put up with rubbish. The views as you journey to London are amazing, and one should try this journey for certain, if only for one time.

We continued moving slightly slower as one of the trains in front had a problem, arriving in London wasn't as late as they thought. The shop assistant came to serve whatever I wanted, within reason. I was happier with this journey, far more than any journey before. London Underground really doesn't change, and it didn't with my journey to Stratford. Getting there in one piece to check in to The Holiday Inn and a haircut at RUSH in Westfield, before meeting a friend from Spain.

​My journey back, the Underground became more helpful, and my case was picked up, and carried downstairs, no not with a view of running away with it, but with a view of helping me with my journey. Thank you to the few men that helped me. And the Journey from Euston to Oxenholme was made interesting by the two children with great characteristics. This was another day that I would be travelling to Euston Station, through the underground to visit a good friend one day and to have a family visit. Which we all need to keep the love firing.

France to Pisa, Castiglioncello Tuscany 
​France to Littlehampton West Sussex 
​France to The Lake District.​

Living in the mountains of France was becoming quite the pain, a taxi or bus to the next step, a bus to take me out of the mountains to the tram station in Montpellier, and then a taxi to either a hotel close to the airport, or the airport.

I couldn't continue with this absolute nightmare much longer. This journey was to be one of the hopping sort where I was being made to stop, and wait at Frankfurt airport overnight, this also meant going through two lots of security check-ins, and what a nightmare.

Having being thrown out of Montpellier Airport because of a suspect package for me was more than enough, and then to having a security woman grope my undies and pull my electric toothbrush about, what was she looking for, I have an intuitive feeling but she would deny it.

Having being thrown out of Montpellier Airport because of a suspect package for me was more than enough, and then to having a security woman grope my undies, and pull my electric toothbrush about, what was she looking for, I have an intuitive feeling but she would deny it.

​Arriving at Pisa Airport, it is so unusual, and a must visit just to see the airport, then jumping on the train to Castiglioncello. The Hotel Rosa Del Tirreno. Next to the Police Station, I should be safe shouldn't I ??? My stay for 2 nights. It has such a beautiful setting, and views to the sea. I was due to meet a friend at the II Cardellino Restaurante, Lounge Bar. 

The next day I left for lunch in Livorno with a friend, and then to Pisa, a beautiful place with the added games of the time in Italy. The Grand Hotel Duomo close to the Leaning Tower of Pisa, a must visit just to say you have seen it. Bridges, there is something about Bridges.

The journey back was a bit better, the security behaved like humans that they are not, I was getting a bit fed up with their innuendos. Buying some Limoncello is a must coming from Italy, the lady made sure that it was wrapped enough so that the security couldn't take it. I then had to go through the same at Frankfurt. Arriving in Montpellier to staying a hotel for the night.

Another Hotel you say, each one came with it's own games, agendas, and motions for behaving like they did. Hotel Kyriad central and a quick way for me to catch the  transport in the morning, that long drawn-out travel to the mountains.

Again the taxi, tram, bus, and taxi, trying hard to make them connect only to find out that they let me down, and the taxi kept me waiting for over an hour, bad, and not a good working practice. At last back to the mountains. Not the easiest of Journey's, never again., well so I thought.

Again the pain of leaving the mountains to catch a plane, this time to West Sussex, and then to a friends funeral I stayed overnight at the hotel Aeroport Montpellier Mediterranee, this hotel seemed to be my stop over with a view to flying on.

The security wasn't too bad this time, they knew who I was. Being famous has it's positives, and negatives. Arriving into Gatwick Airport only to find that Southern rail were on strike.

A B&B which again was playing the game, I was beginning to wonder whether any of these establishments had minds of their own. Taking a look around Littlehampton, I wasn't too sure if it was for me.

The next journey was again with a railway that was on strike, arriving in Colchester, staying at the George Hotel. Yes again a hotel. A friends funeral, and then to find that journey again to France. Gatwick was busy as it normally is, the Police were evidently loving the play.

Lake District to Barbados via Northern Trains.
​Premier Inn Manchester Airport
​Thomas Cook Flight ​ Northern Trains
Jet2 Holidays

​Barbados;   This trip was something out of this world for me. It was a shame that people felt that they could be completely disrespectful,
from start to finish.
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The day started well, the train was on time, then watching the play begin. Men pulling their trousers up to say what they felt that they needed too.

I was travelling to the Premier Inn Manchester Airport and my familiarity of the journey was becoming apparent. ​

The knowledge of where to go once I left the train opened up. The taxi waiting to take me to the hotel. All coming together nicely.

Do sometimes wonder what we pay for when we step into a hotel. Look at Hotels. The next part of the journey of course was dropping the suitcase off, and checking in. I had already bought and reserved my seat, so I knew where I was sitting, well so I thought. My case under weight brilliant presents to bring back. I handed the woman my tickets and saying to her that I had paid for my seat. The window seat I was expecting to sit in. Moving to security, who really need to know the in's and out's of everything. Then to Duty Free, we love this area, not as cheap as it used to be but never the less, time to have a glass of something fizzy and shop.

​I had found Prosecco, one Prosecco and another, the tasting began, lovely, chatting to a very well-mannered young man. Yes my experience had begun. Buying my favourite creams, trying to be sold perfume, and then the women who began to play, the sunglasses taken away, the sunglasses significant to what. As they were not in anyway shape or form connected in an intuitive way so they wouldn't know. But someone was pulling their strings. Sheep always follow. Boarding the flight and expecting to sit in the seat I had paid for. That didn't happen, my seat had been given to someone else, I was sitting in the centre, not where I wanted to be at all. I was looking forward to the views and someone had taken that pleasure away from me. The window seat or the aisle seat that was the question. I wanted to see the views as this journey was a new one for me.

​It was not only the views of Barbados as we landed, but also the views of St Lucia as we landed there first, that had been taken away, this was my first time in the West Indies. I wasn't happy at all. I told the flight attendant what had happened. My compensation; and what I received for their play game and being sheep; Two Small Bottles of Prosecco, £5 Ticket for Film screening and £20 in money. Apparently not understanding the significance of the view. Arriving at Barbados Airport, checking in, the passport immigration looked at me and then straight to the immigration door being shut. Then handed my passport back with a smile. English immigration, apparently, give over fellows, but am I worried, I have papers, legal papers, you need something better to do with your time instead of watching me. 

​My journey back was just the same, my seat had been given to someone else, I had paid for an aisle seat as I had on many occasions seen Manchester and it's Airport.  I had been given a window and was squashed up next to a young man in glasses. While the rather tanned woman had all the seating in the centre. Thomas Cook flights, what a shame that they do not have their own minds. Appallingly experience for me considering this was a journey that was somewhat of a dream... Try harder next time, you were controlled by others and it was absolute rubbish.

For the Love of Italy.
My journey from Sorrento along the Amalfi Coast ... 
A Day in Capri ...  The Romance of Sorrento ...
Florence... The Soul... The Sights... 

​I am travelling to Italy via Northern Trains, and Jet2 Holidays. This was somewhere that I wanted to go just to tick some boxes. My first encounter was the two men on the platform, one a Northern Train, and one a Virgin Train. The door was pressed, the case placed into the train. I watched closely as the play begun, "Is the next carriage for people with problems with their sight." Mr Virgin said. My journey continued in relative peace.

Arriving at Radisson Blu Hotel, I would be staying the night, then flying in the morning. Placing my luggage into the twilight dropping zone, and I had now actually secured my rightful seat, the one that I had paid for. So all I had to do was go straight through Security without being stopped, it's becoming such a nightmare at Manchester Airport. My seat was secured with me sitting by the window, and to my surprise, with a slight knowing of why Olivia had been placed beside me. In the past I had to put up with the mind games of others on the flights I had flown on my travels. 

​Knowing that Olivia was there for a reason, and the respect for my being there was apparent. We had to wait on the tarmac as the fog was coming down fast. Asking questions of what my life was about, I had opened a door to a certain amount of play. The flight was easy, smooth, and designed to please. 

The car that picked me up from Naples Airport to My Hotel in Sorrento was smart, comfortable, and I enjoyed the journey in luxury, and style. The private bus that picked me up from the hotel in Sorrento to travel to Naples Airport was disgusting. Not only did the driver take the piss literary, the bus was dirty, scruffy, and completely uncomfortable. I knew what game was being played for sure. I had paid for a car, not a bus. Never again. The journey back was surprising, and I again had someone beside me who was interested in who I was, and what I do with my Spiritual working.   

A dream, a moment, a box ticked this was my time to enjoy, and enjoy I would regardless of the morons that seem to want to be part of my life, and that seemed to feel that they have a right to stalk me.

My first journey was the train to Pompeii... If you haven't taken a train in Italy then it's a journey that is a must for sure, even if it is only to experience the difference between the trains in each country you travel. Get the local train Howard suggested, Howard, and family were staying at the hotel I was in. Now I thank him as he was the spokesperson of the family, and his directions were what I listened to. On the train we had our own accordion man, accompanied by his wife, playing the Glen Miller sound of the Americans. Travelling with music, it did make everybody feel as though they should get up, and dance, but being the British they did not. We were squeezed in like sardines again, and one had to watch the purse, because of pick-pockets.

In Pompeii I imagined Frankie Howard coming out of each street with his hands clasped ready to tell me a funny story. Pompeii was interesting, but I found it a shame that all the best artifacts had been placed in a museum in Naples, so it has lost some personality, and character. But I enjoyed what was there, lots of cobbled streets, dead people, and of course the Pizza Hut, fast food experience that us tourists found, yes they had their own fast food in them days. To feel the energy of many people losing their life's just wasn't there. I wondered whether too many people, had the tourists had taken away the spirit of it all. But a good day out. I left to walk along the street to the station, should I do Mount Vesuvius, no I should do lunch. I had done Mount Etna, so Vesuvius wasn't needed. The cool morning had brought sunshine to my face.  

The next day I decided to take the journey from Sorrento to Amalfi, along the coast of divine beauty. I made sure that I had the window seat, the earphones were plugged in, and I was on my way. The voice of the Italian, the music was Italian. I sat back, and just enjoyed the journey. We were climbing higher, and as we did then the views were more, and more delightful. I remained quiet as my eyes, my heart, my soul, and my brain took in the abundance of beauty. The Universe has some wonderful places to see, and sometimes the people of the world spoil it. If you haven't travelled the road from Sorrento to Amalfi then I suggest you take the time to do so before you go on the last trip in your life.

We stopped at Positano, but I wanted to see Amalfi first, Italy was busy. Life was busy. It's a tourist place I said to myself. We continued our journey with the beautiful pink flowers on view everywhere. Slowly coming to a stop in Amalfi. It was time to sit with a drink. Just to people watch, again I was noticed, again the moments of privacy came to an end. Walking around it was so busy, please my Angels next time I visit can it be quiet so that I can enjoy the peace of such a beautiful place. 

I walked around, and then decided to get the boat to Positano, just for lunch, and to say that I had ticked another one of my boxes. The sea was kind today, the waves were smooth, and the enjoyment was apparent. We came to a standstill beside the beach, where I walked along for a while, and then stopped for lunch at the Restaurant Ricenna. ( Look under restaurants ) The view was of the sea, I felt safe in my surroundings. Looking to the complete tourism of Positano really wasn't what I wanted, I wanted the whole beach for me, and some local Italians just enjoying life, but I had people, lot's of people. 

​​Positano is so beautiful that an hour doesn't do it any justice. I may return, but when it's quieter. I was now taking the boat back to Amalfi, over to Capri, and then returning to Sorrento. A journey of great value for me, my wishes, my dreams were being completed by the heavens. The weather was getting colder, and I was slightly tired, and the energy of so many people. I needed to step back, and relax in quiet. The next day was the wonderful journey to Capri, and this is a box I had so wanted to tick for so many years. Thank you my Angels for my journey.

Capri ... AnaCapri ... Grande Marina Capri ... This was a day for complete experiences, the hover-craft across was packed, this would be the day to come, people, busy. I did feel that September was normally a quiet month but no it was extremely busy. Arriving at the port I stopped into the Police Station asking were I could get the transport to the top of the island. Ok People this is a must, the bus to AnaCapri is a journey you have to do just for the experience, crammed in like sardines, scary, and travelling the narrow streets. But the reason of the journey was to get to the top. The views were out of this world, heavenly. ​

​You must take this journey up, and then a taxi down, all in a day. I had reach the top with all my faculties in tact, and then decided to explore. It is not very big at the top of Capri, but it is so peaceful., expensive, but then that is Capri. I popped into the Church, a candle lit for Brendon, and then it was about finding Angels for the Christmas Tree. I also found the Caffe Mickel-Angelo, so to be guarded by Arch Angel Michael while I enjoyed the peace.  ( Look at Soul Food ) Watching the birds chatting, watching the children coming out of school, and they were at play. 

I took the taxi as the bus seemed to take an age, so the experience of the taxi was fantastic. Open aired, luxury, I could sit back while he drove me down to the centre of Capri, Capri, this is where the expensive designer shops are, this is where I found the Grand Hotel QVISISANA ( Look at Restaurants ) Flags were flying, Beautiful setting, that I could people watch. A walk around this part of Capri, again a day is not long enough, so much to explore.

The last Port of call was Grand Marina Capri ... This is where the boats come in, and I watched as so many people walk by. Sitting just to see the waiters at work. Most of them married, and the art of flirting to catch a client was so funny. But then they are Italian. I caught my Boat back to Sorrento, tired, and now to have a few days enjoying Sorrento.

How would I describe Capri... I would describe it as a beautiful cake ... The top of Capri, AnaCapri is the peace, the Icing on the cake, divine shops, and quiet places to eat, and drink. The middle of Capri, Capri is the Cream, the richness of the Cream, the expensive shopping defines the richness, and the expensive places to eat, and drink. And the bottom of Capri, Grand Marina Capri, is where the alcohol in the cake sinks to the bottom, and settles, it is where all the cafes', bars, and restaurants are, you know the ones that you can get drunk in, and then hop onto the boat. But make sure that you check the times of the boat, and that you know what pier the boat is coming in on before enjoying a drink or two. I had a wonderful day, all I missed was the sail around the island, another day, another time. My next few days would be Sorrento, and to relax for sure.

Sorrento, the magic of Sorrento ... I decided to jog first just to see if I could get to the ocean we were quite high up, the navy street I jogged apparently, a very busy road that I was going from one side to another, still the same mind games by idiots. Didn't they realise that what they had created, and were creating would come back to them tenfold. I had been followed by people from Kendal, even in my hotel. I had found what I needed to find this way, so to the other way, and lunch somewhere interesting. Shopping was the name of the day, and I shopped.I then wanted to see what the Foreigners Club. ( Look under Restaurants )

My next day was Sunday with a view of church, just for a candle being lit for my Brendon, not the normal sort, just the light that comes on when you put money in. I would find a hotel this time to have lunch at. The romance of Sorrento, The Grand Hotel Royal in Sorrento this was my lunch place for today. ( Look under Restaurants ) Walking back to the hotel I was going to relax. My last day was going to be my search for Lemoncello, and I found it. I Giardini di Cataldo ... my search for Lemoncello, it is the factory of Lemoncello, and Ice-cream. ( Look under Soul Food )

A weekend on a Soul's Journey in exploration, and adventure. Florence I was told is one big area of restaurants, and this is what I was looking forward to. The Journey started early. Manchester Airport at half past four, the security seems to get worse each time I travel through, they add yet another item that has to go into the plastic bag, which to me is a load of rubbish. Finally getting through, and a coffee, to early for breakfast. 

Lufthansa the mode of travel to Munich, it was smooth enough to travel. Landing was a joy to see the snow, and breakfast was Salmon, and Champagne. Germany always brings a smile to my face. Another plane, a different one, Dolomite was taking me to Florence, attentive enough, ignoring the stupidity. I found that Italian men who were also on the plane a little aggressive, being pushed about because of what. I was told to go home. Ok, now I am not British, I am Irish. If you have a problem with the British please do not take your aggression out on me.

​The bus to Florence gave me my next disagreement with the Italian man, the taxi man was a con, and what was a ten minute walk, turned out to be an expensive taxi ride. More research to be done before I travel the next time. I reached the hotel, and what a beautiful hotel it is, as I walked into the hotel feeling shattered as two flights, and the men trying to pull a fast one, I was in for looking around, something to eat. And maybe an ice-cream.

Virgin Trains to London.
Swiss Air Manchester  
Zurich - Cannes

​Virgin Train Euston... I began my journey focusing on what I needed to do, a journey of writing. The seat I chose for myself, as the last time I sat on the Virgin train going to Carlisle it wasn't peace, and quiet. It was taking the piss. Even though I had reserved a seat. I chose my own. Noisy, because two women had decided to drink very early, and with drink the loudness became a moment of putting the earphones in. Then the play began. A little piece of me that everybody wanted. The service was good, but my time was spoilt by the slowness of the train. Arriving in London later than I should have done. Hot, tired, and not enough time for a shower, I had to dash. I found the underground quite painful, as I had come off the train too early. But in the end a friend was there with a bottle of wine.

Again arriving at Manchester Airport, being a Critic for Hotels, Restaurants, Holidays, and Travel. With everything else that I have the pleasure to work with. I had made sure that I didn't tell a soul where I was going, as I have a Stalker, and I wanted to see just who follows me everywhere, creates the problems that I am experiencing, and hacks my phone etc. So no Facebook, no telling the family. I kept it quiet for sure.

But as soon as I arrived at the Clayton hotel they knew who I was, knew that I was coming, and the respect was missing. I was kept waiting. Smoothness wasn't apparent. Look to Hotels. Then the inevitable, the security the next day, nobody knew my flight or whereI was going. Of course my bags were picked out, and now they have added inhalers to the list of items that need to go in this dammed plastic bag, that is so small. I was being searched, or my bags were, and of course the dark haired woman ask what flight I was on, what it had to do with her was nobody's business. She was there to check my bags, not my flight, I had already been through that one, so next time I won't be telling the security where I am going, as I was followed by someone. Someone was listening to my conversation while she was going through my bags. I noticed a young woman who lives close to me, the games were well, and truly there. 

Reached Cannes with a game of followers there or following my every move. On my return all I could see was the security playing the fool. Now aren't you supposed to be vigilant. I had some young dark haired girl standing there fiddling with her hair at the security in Nice Airport, showing me the ring she had on her finger, then she played the fool with the security men, again aren't you supposed to be vigilant, another French security woman showing me that the young woman had the ring, and that I had the pen, very sad indeed.

​Returning to England the doors were locked, and then passport screen with the two idiots who were playing the fool with each-other instead of making sure the passport screen was working efficiently, and the machine wasn't working too well, all I could hear was laughter, with playing the fool while we were trying to get through, and onto our next connection, it would be good to see some kind of structure or efficient stance to go through with ease, and onto our next connection without the stress that seemed to be caused on the day that I travelled through.  

Northern Trains - Virgin Trains 
​Cumbria - ​Lancashire
Jet2 Flights  - Manchester Airport 

• Northern Trains
• Virgin Trains 

Northern Trains ... Virgin Trains ... Having travelled the route of both the Northern Trains and Virgin Trains Companies many times I have had to put up with both company staff subjecting me to either placing me on the wrong train, or making my journey as uncomfortable as possible. In life it is so wonderful if a journey actually goes well and fits its purpose, there is no need for disruption and waiting around for a train to arrive or not arrive.

There is also the problem of no trains on a bank holiday time. Or whenever they choose to make changes. No trains to Windermere, Carlisle or Scotland. So jumping on the bus is a slow way of travel. The weird thing is prices go up and the service goes down. Complaining doesn't help as I have done that one with Virgin trains and they do not listen. It would be great to travel on the trains without any problems at all, life would be so simple. When you rely on someone or something there is a tendency for them or it to let you down.

The journey to Manchester Airport was slow and not as attentive as it should have been considering I was travelling first class. Coming back from Manchester Airport the attentive staff was certainly apparent, first class travel was certainly first class. I have had some nasty, awful people on my journey's on both Northern and Virgin Trains. Every journey becomes a game.

Jet2.Com

Jet2;  When does a flight become a personal attack. When I flew with Jet2. It was supposed to be a short flight to Portugal. But it ended up being a slam against my human rights. I seem to attract either people with a purpose to make the journey that I am on as uncomfortable as possible or with an agenda. In both ways it is against my human rights and discriminative to me as woman, as a Medium, as a person that lives in England.  

Security seems to have a mind of their own. It's a job that you should be doing with great integrity. There seems to be a lacking in that. Anything to do with a charity I will participate regardless of the silly mind games. Airport security should be working with greater integrity as we are expected to comply with the regulations of the airport and the way we go through the checks. I have come across the most hideous security who seem to believe that power is part of their job. No it's just a job like most people have. You are not supposed to use whatever powers you have or seem to think you have in abuse or any hidden agendas. 

And as for keeping my luggage for an hour at Faro Airport, with some of my fellow travellers, there was no need to play that waiting game. Luggage people and security people please get on with your work, leave my life alone. Manchester Airport clean up your act. I expect my next travel to be smooth with no hideous agenda's. I am trying very hard to avoid the security people as much as possible. But life is about being safe and secure with a view to live a happier life as possible. 

Roma ... Roma ... Roma
A Journey of Birthday Time & Memories

The journey started well. my train was on time. Looked after well; I watched out of the window to see people watching as the train went by. My hotel transport met me at the station, the receptionists at the hotel were there to answer all that I needed. The hotel was of course "The Crown Plaza" at Manchester Airport. "Sampan" restaurant was also eager to please. I was happy. Leaving the hotel and on my journey to the airport, the bus full of couples, all very sheepish..

Arriving at the airport and handing my case over was the first part. And then it all went wrong. The signal at the airport is rubbish. So I was having to chase around for a ticket version of my flight ticket. I then had reached Security and what a mess they are. I seem to always be searched now for what reason well let me see. Because it is me. Nothing in my pockets. no buttons, no chains, no reason. 

Then my suitcase get's held up for no reason other than power play. I had made sure that there was nothing that they could stop me for. And they watched as my case sat there. Then I had a rude young man tell me that the reason my case is there is because I had something that I shouldn't have. Well we all know that I didn't. Then there was another security man starting his shift.

( By the way the Rome security on the way back was so easy, no hold ups, no searching. Nothing just straight through without a hitch and guess what they now who I am. So somebody in security in England or Immigration has a reason for making my life as uncomfortable as possible. Karma is a wonderful thing. )

He immediately took my case, searched it to find nothing. "There's nothing here." He then looked at the two young persons in disgust as he knew what they were playing, the power games and keeping me waiting. I left there annoyed to say the least and bought what I needed in duty free then made my way to 1903 Lounge. A glass of Champagne and my breakfast. Calming down; then trying to understand the reasoning of the security. 

My flight was interesting and chilled. Arriving at Roma was so easy. How the Italians do things in a better way. Here I was on belt 7 and my daughter was coming in from a different airport to mine and her suitcases would also be on belt 7. I couldn't have  planned it any better than that. A car journey to the hotel and we were there.

Roma is a wonderful city it was time to enjoy. Hot; hot; hot. Walking around in this heat there was a need of water and wine. Restaurants were of a choice in which we arrived at a wonderful Italian restaurant who certainly are there for us. Then onto Trevi Fountain and the Spanish Steps. I had done this journey before but this time it is with my family. 

Finding an Irish bar to meet another part of the family, all in a day in Rome. It was time to celebrate, a birthday and the newly weds. Birthday day and the Vatican City which is interesting and beautiful ( the security here was also easy ) St Peter's square and of course the Colosseum. So hot. All so beautiful. All the memories were interesting and enjoyable. 

We retreated to the pool just to cool down. Then for birthday dinner also to finding the river. Roma is so welcoming. Keep hold of your purse as in any other major city. And allow the Italians to make you feel welcome they most certainly will. Enjoy I did. The next journey to Italy will be just as welcoming.

A Change in Travel

A change in travel, the change of respect. Virgin gone .. Avanti had taken over. As soon as i stepped onto the train there was a respect, a knowing with the special attentiveness. I decided to visit a friend in London with the view of Afternoon Tea. The journey was pleasant to Crewe, the next train wasn't so attentive. Too many travellers. I should have stayed on the first train and arrived in London a little later. So here I am again to travel back to Oxenholme from Euston. This was smooth, attentive and enjoyable, it's a shame that I didn't have a taxi there because I had to put up with idiots at the station who decided to be completely childish, maybe not educated in the art of class. Thank goodness there was a person there who gave me a lift. I suppose respect of where I live maybe too much to ask.

Virgin Trains
​London Euston 
Colchester
Ipswich
A journey of Memories
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Virgin Trains London Easton ... A trip of celebrations in many ways, I started my journey with the women opposite me interested in my presence, in which I could deal with. Smooth running operation, one train lead to the other very well, no hold ups, and complete satisfaction on my part. Reaching my destination, or the first part of my destination. I jumped into a taxi off to meet the family. The sad part of my journey lead to the understanding of life, and sadly the part of the on coming death. But I smiled regardless of now watching the games begin. 

The onward journey was to Wivenhoe House for afternoon tea, and then to Sudbury again by train, all in a day, a friend to meet, and Shalamar to see. The case, pink of course, one thing about having a bright case is that you can always see it as it when you travel. Champagne in tow, and a friend to meet, that Champagne was to be opened in delight. Shalamar, well the acoustics in the church were brilliant, and who would have thought that Lavenham church would be presenting such a challenge with it's congregation. Lavenham hadn't changed a bit. The memories were there to see. 

Then onto The Salthouse Harbour Hotel in Ipswich, now this had changed considerably, and the views were brilliant, the sun was shining, and I was tired, but happy. A short trip to the shops, lunch at the hotel, and again off on a journey to see even more friends.  

Now the train journey back was something of a challenge in itself, the smoothness of the journey was very much apparent, and again no hold ups, I was shown the way by a pleasant young man that was attached to Ipswich Railway Station, reaching London in fine time. Even though a man who couldn't vacate his seat in a slightly quicker pace for me to find mine, rude, and certainly found women too much of a challenge, never mind, let's hope he enjoyed his football. Yes, I had the pleasure of the football fans. Sunday football, teams were playing in London. 

Euston again, now this was something I wish had been a little more respectful, but then again I had the pleasure of football fans, I jumped onto the train as it was about to leave, first class for my journey back, as the train was packed with football fans. Wishing for a peaceful journey so that I could write, people taken up seats that should have been empty, I sat squashed in a seat, not being able to write at all. Just to somewhat enjoy the the banter of football fans. The communication began light, and friendly, then became disrespectful, the lowering of the tone. Never mind, the piss had been taken or so they thought, and that is with the Virgin staff too. Wishing for a smooth journey the next time I travel, but also some light entertainment with respect. To the little idiot in the seat behind me I wish you well, what is it about short men !

Manchester Airport what do I say, coming back from Malaga Spain was absolutely disgusting, the waiting, the passports, the rubbish. I was seeing an airport going further, and further down the pan so to speak. Waiting was not on my agenda. First class could be better we will see. All in a day of play.