Well, i am now Officially Down South, and have been for over 38hrs.

The journey down was in two parts, as i stopped off in Wales for a 40th Birthday Party. Caught the train from Tenby Station (which is so cunningly hidden that we had never seen it before, despite having visited Tenby a bazillion times before) in a bit of a rush (i stopped to buy fudge and the young man on the counter was IN NO RUSH AT ALL, goody for him). But i made it, and was cheerfully, tearfully waved off.

Everything went fine UNTIL i hit England. The Bristol train was cancelled, and a very unhelpful platform bloke told us the next one wasn't for an hour. So an hour i waited, in Bristol Parkway (an ugly station, especially compared to its sister Temple Medes) on a Sunday night. With nary a cuppa tea to comfort me.

i had hoped to get one on the train, but it seems that services to the South-West are ghost trains. Not only was there no buffet cart, there was no ticket inspector. Though this was a Good Thing, as i discovered i'd left my tickets on the previous train. Doh.

Even though i'd been delayed the train arrived over an hour earlier than i expected. This came as a great suprise to all concerned - when i phoned Jon he said he'd just sat down to a pot of tea in Goodbody's (an all-night cafe type-thing). i told him to hold the pot and whistled up a taxi post-haste. With in minutes i was reunited with my beloved boy and my beloved beverage.

And thus begins my life in the South.