It was a good hat, a warm hat. It was a well loved, jaunty cap. It had been lovingly repaired recently, and even though the tweed was wearing thin on the brim, Greg loved that hat like no other.
And now it’s gone.
*sigh*
What a day this has been. I had a premonition that it would be a challenge when I could only find one sock this morning.
Switching trains on the underground, the wind whipped through the passage and blew Greg’s tweed hat right off his head and onto the train tracks. Alex checked with the station employees – there was no way to get it until late at night when the trains stopped. By then it would probably have blown away, but they would check and call her if they found it. Oh well, we had to get to the light rail station to catch a train to Bath, so there was no time to mourn.
We arrived at the train station to find that none of the light rail service trains were running due to scheduled maintenance that hadn’t been completed on time, and we would be delayed getting to Bath. The story of how many trains we were told to board and leave and re-board, and how many different station employees gave us incorrect information is too long and uninteresting to go into here.
Suffice it to say we didn’t make it to Bath.
So we thought we’d try the Natural History Museum, but this was the line to get in:
Nuh-uh.
So next we went to the Victoria and Albert and redeemed the afternoon. It was wonderful, even though we probably had time and energy for less than half of it. But Alex found the most extraordinary thing in a display of busts in the sculpture gallery:
Here’s to hoping that the rail service is straightened out by tomorrow, since we leave for Scotland around noon.
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