A very lovely morning followed by sending boxes to further travel points and a train to Waterloo, then great frustration and struggle to find the bus while having too much luggage but helped by an angel, then a bus to Brixton and a short struggling walk with my crap made easier at the end by the help of a another angle who pulled my bag. Then a get settled in my lovely Airbnb with a cute garden yard hosted by Anna, then an unencumbered walk back to the Brixton station area for some groceries- ( They don’t keep the eggs refrigerated, bacon is cheap here).
Below is Waterloo Station which will be the last time I don’t call ahead for Assistance. – Which is an amazing thing. Disabled people call the train line or National Rail will transfer you to the right train line and they will reserve you seats and have someone AT EACH OF the STOPS to help with your bags. But I didn’t do that here. And FYI at this station there is no one place with all the transit info and the only place to check bags is a private company for 9 pounds.($14.00). But thanks to help from strangers all was good.
Joan, it’s been such a pleasure to “be with you” on your journey! I see you have picked up the local slang! I really love your pic outside your hotel window! How lovely indeed!
And what a bonus to see your Alabama 3 just hanging about! Good for you Joan, I’m delighted you’re having a wonderful time!