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Apr232006

Bad transport weekend

It was my turn to travel this weekend... GG lives down in sunny Sussex by the sea, which is the wrong side of London from here. I prefer to get the train, because the M25 on a Friday night is dreadful.

This particular weekend we were going out in Brighton on Friday night, then doing a cricket training day in South London on Saturday, then having a pretty quiet Sunday. So I got the train to Brighton, with my folding bike (the Cub...). Normally speaking, I use the bike to get from work to the station, get the train from Cambridge to King's Cross, walk to King's Cross Thameslink, and then it's straight through to Brighton.

Unfortunately, Thameslink wasn't running. Ok. So now I have to get to Victoria. On the underground with a heavy, oddly shaped bike (the Cub was cheap, so it's heavy and awkward when carried)? No. I cycled from Kings Cross to Victoria. It's only about 3.5 miles, except I don't entirely know the way, so probably more like 5, with some walking up 1-way streets, and a dash into a newsagents to buy a pocket a to z! Then the train from Victoria (by now pretty sweaty. Nice for a night out) to Haywards Heath, then another train from Haywards Heath to Brighton, then cycle from Brighton station to the marina. Get totally lost in the marina trying to find the right place, give up and call GG to come and find me... Stow Cub in car, go find the rest of the party and eat.

Saturday, to be fair, went pretty smoothly transport-wise. We took GG's car, I drove both ways because GG was knackered and a bit sick, and the training day was really good fun. Not sure GG agrees, because she was running it and it's never as much fun that way!

Then today, I had to get home. It was the day of the London marathon, but that was ok because that starts early and I wasn't leaving until late. We had to get me back to Brighton, but GG kindly drove me over there. And it all went very smoothly for once, right up to King's Cross. I made a connection at King's Cross that was 30 minutes earlier than the one that the national rail website suggested. The unfortunate thing was that there wasn't a direct train to Cambridge available. No. Engineering works. The three dreaded words: Rail Replacement Service... Buses! Ugh. Still, at least i'd taken the folding bike. All in all, not a bad trip considering. So maybe I shouldn't be too rude about my transport for the weekend after all! It was still better than driving...

The only thing is, someone yesterday asked if I'd run the marathon next year... And seeing all those runners around today... Well, I was a bit jealous of them frankly. So it looks like I need to get back in training...

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