Trains are bad

That was a crap night’s sleep. Train seats are not made for sleeping. And I don’t know what time those gibbering kidos ran out steam but they got the rest of the bevy out of the buffet cart before it closed. My eyes are feeling like they have been rubbed with sand paper and as I walk in London the ground is a wee bit wobbly. Quick coffee should do the trick. Going to go on the Tate to Tate boat down to Tate Britain since I walked to the wrong Tate to see the Peter Doig exhibition. A boat trip would be just the thing.

After much deliberating I have decided to take a taxi to Paddington Station to get the Heathrow Express. Lugging my bike and panniers on the underground just seems like too much trouble for the state I’m in.

I was expecting hassle checking in my bike but all went swimmingly. Hope I can sleep on this flight.