Yesterday I took the bus and train on my own for the first time in fourteen years. Apart from the first stage, it went smoothly. With my anorak’s hat on, I can say that the route between Hastings and Eastbourne was most interesting. There are a lot of stony beaches on this part of the coast. The party of “lads” on their way to a day out in Brighton were a little lively but that’s what earplugs are for. The train staff were all stars.
But trying to get the bus was a little tricky. The first bus arrived and drove 4 meters passed me and let on the other passengers. Silly man. All he had to do was stop by me and explain that the wheelchair space was already taken. So I gave him a rather vociferous admonishment so that everybody could hear what I thought. I wonder if he’ll be driving a bus my way soon?
This reminded me of a taxi driver in Croydon. My mate went off to fetch a cab to take me a quarter of a mile. He had explained to the driver that it was for someone with multiple sclerosis. The cab turned up and said to me: Where’s your bag full of groceries?
A rainy day in Sussex.
Best wishes, Steve.