Pause

The consequence of a lifetime being late is that when you absolutely HAVE to be somewhere you are inevitably rather early. This is the reason I left a nice big gap between trains.

Looking back, 4 hours was a slightly large gap. I was thinking about finding the euro dispatch, checking in, packing and unpacking the bike...and it was the cheapest ticket available.

So now, I'm at St. Pancras station -bored, nervous, quite desperate for the loo but too over burdened with luggage to work my way into a cubicle - with another hour before I can conceivably check in.

Ho hum.