The broken down train on Thursday was a better place to be than on the last nightmare one. The guard did not understand railways (they are not trained to anymore) and talked way to much, but did really try to make things better, although one of the other staff prompted her to give out water when the temperature was getting into the 40’s.

The was conversation, including lending of mobile chargers when the Thunderbird locomotive was attached and electricity restored. Some nice folk and nobody getting arsy that I could hear.

Being so late meant I missed my American cousin Mary Beth, the main reason for going down! Sad to miss her but she did cheer my mother up. Ma went from slow and ill to bright and cooking for an audience. The power of an audience.