Safely arrived in Chelmsford. The train journey with five suitcases, one giant hiking backpack, two normal backpacks, a handbag and a grocery bag with the cab ride (a normal car cab, not a good large black cab mind you) to Queen St, then two changes of trains, first in Edinburgh and then in Peterburgh before finally arriving in Chelmsford, the only one of the four stations not to have baggage carts available, then downstairs and around the corner to another taxi. I have to say though, the ramps and bridges at Peterburgh proved worse than the cart-less Chelmsford since Chelmsford had a lift. Anyway, all of that while ill. And some minor adventures besides. (They put our luggage in the front car and locked it in and forgot about it and the train almost left Peterburgh with us still frantically knocking and waiving our arms...)
All that considered, is it any wonder I took yesterday off to just read and drink fluids. We ventured as far as the grocery store and got me some chicken soup and other food. Anyway, I'm feeling much better today.
Now we're desperately paring down weight and planning travel to Heathrow and trying to meet with friends in the London area and basically working madly again. I'd love to be able to utter (or, rather, type) some witty or profound remarks about this whole process about now, but I guess I'm not that recovered. You'll have to wait and hope for next time.
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Oh, and did I mention it was beautiful? Yes, it was beautiful. Especially the Edinburgh to Peterburgh leg of the trip. Coastlines and cathedrals. Towns and sheep and ruins. Lovely.
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