Inventive intervention

I am rather tired now and intend to go to bed shortly, suffice it to say that the English weather found another way to muck up our holiday today - or at least a way to throw a spoke in the works.

ellefurtle wandered out just before noon to purchase some odds and ends and then meet her mother and sister before going off to see the Hadrian Exhibition at the British Museum. I was pencilled in to pop along at about 6pm when her Dad would be turning up too and we would have a drink and then something to eat. So far, so good.

I sat and watched Stargate Continuum, made a sandwich and a coffee and then set out to do a bit of shopping of my own before meeting everyone in the pub.

Now the weather has been a cross between April showers and Autumnal gales recently, with a little of the summer sunshine poking out between times to say "Hi folks!" Today was no different and I mooched down to the station prepared for various combinations of wind, rain and sunshine. I wasn't prepared to find the station closed with merely a note telling me to get the bus to North Finchley and then get another bus from there. After trekking back to the flat, I checked the TFL website to find that the wind had brought a tree down over the tracks at High Barnet and that all services were suspended between there and Finchley Central. I ummed and ahhed and then caught the bus to East Finchley, arriving hot and rather too damp. Certainly uncomfortable. Either way, I took a great deal longer to get into the West End than it was supposed to.

Bloody weather.

Inventive intervention

I am rather tired now and intend to go to bed shortly, suffice it to say that the English weather found another way to muck up our holiday today - or at least a way to throw a spoke in the works.

ellefurtle wandered out just before noon to purchase some odds and ends and then meet her mother and sister before going off to see the Hadrian Exhibition at the British Museum. I was pencilled in to pop along at about 6pm when her Dad would be turning up too and we would have a drink and then something to eat. So far, so good.

I sat and watched Stargate Continuum, made a sandwich and a coffee and then set out to do a bit of shopping of my own before meeting everyone in the pub.

Now the weather has been a cross between April showers and Autumnal gales recently, with a little of the summer sunshine poking out between times to say "Hi folks!" Today was no different and I mooched down to the station prepared for various combinations of wind, rain and sunshine. I wasn't prepared to find the station closed with merely a note telling me to get the bus to North Finchley and then get another bus from there. After trekking back to the flat, I checked the TFL website to find that the wind had brought a tree down over the tracks at High Barnet and that all services were suspended between there and Finchley Central. I ummed and ahhed and then caught the bus to East Finchley, arriving hot and rather too damp. Certainly uncomfortable. Either way, I took a great deal longer to get into the West End than it was supposed to.

Bloody weather.