Weekends are like gardens. There is the relaxed weekend like a deckchair set out on a sunlit lawn; the busy weekend like a garden full of gardeners clipping and pruning, mowing and sweeping, planting and watering; and there is the wilderness garden whose appeal is the subtle order of disorder.
This weekend is for us of the second sort, a busy weekend. We are heading south today, Saturday, to visit Tigger’s dad, Sidney, and perhaps a family friend we haven’t seen for a while and feel we should catch up with.
Tigger is like a sports car: she goes from sleep to 60 mph in the blink of an eye. I, on the other hand, am a slow starter. I like to work up to speed gently. So I rose at 6:30 this morning while Tigger slept on. By the time Tigger emerged, I had done the chores and was ready to face the day.
Train services have been transferred from the old Kings Cross Thameslink station to St Pancras but ticketing there is still not fully organized as we discovered the last two times we travelled from there so today we went to London Bridge by bus and took the train from there.
Services were again disrupted by engineering work. We were advised to take the 9:04 and change at Grove Park. When the 8:56 to Gillingham came in, Tigger proposed taking it. Good move: as we approached the train an announcement informed us that the 9:04 had been cancelled.
At Chatham, we changed to a Ramsgate train and disembarked at Westgate-on-Sea where we were to visit Sidney.
Sidney was in fine fettle. Few months ago, he had had a fall and had been in bed looking poorly when we visited. His elbow troubled him for some time. Today he was up and as bright as a button. He waved his arm about to show his elbow was no longer hurting. I jokingly said he could go back to his job waving the Spitfires into the hangar. “I’ve done some of that too!” was his riposte. He had served in the R.A.F. as one of the “Z Men”.
Conditions in the home are not as good as they were. There has been a change of management, leading to staff becoming discontented and leaving. We can only hope the new recruits are as dedicated as those who have left.
We visited A, the family friend, and then caught the bus to the station. We were heading for Ramsgate but as the bus pulled in, we saw several empty double-deckers parked in front of the station. This could mean only one thing: they were rail replacement buses! So we continued to Margate and caught a Victoria train from there.
Tigger is watching DVDs of the TV series “2000 Acres of Sky” while I write this. Tomorrow is another busy day but I hope we will find time for some fun as well. Yes, I am sure we will.