It was supposed to a day off. A jaunty train journey, a few photos, ending at the B&B, in Camberley.
Maybe there’ll be time for a nice stroll around when I get there. I thought, nestled snuggly in ignorance.
Ha, ha, hahhhhhaaaaaaa! cackled the Rain Clouds as they high-fived the Train System. This fool will suffer! And his tour manager too! Ha, ha, h- etc…
Right- five trains and a subway ride later.
The day started off beautifully from
Look at the sky!
and from there hop the Tube
On the Tube, I noticed someone had left their gloves on the seat:
(There must be something wrong with me. I see lost things, and I know they have no feelings, but I feel sorry for them.)
The subway was just gross enough for me not to rescue them, love them, squeeze them, name them, and make them mine.
Instead I took a photo and worried about what was going to happen to them.
Trying to move on, I walked out into the cold and rain- because it’s still February and we’re in England. (At least the gloves will be warm on the train car. I reassure myself.) Suddenly, the fact that we’re actually back in London becomes very apparent:
(The gloves are going to be fine.) I smile to myself and look across the train tracks as our train approaches:
It was as if someone had been disintegrated or the invisible Man had a personal entrance for the train- meaning he’d be standing in the rain naked.
This was getting absurd. How did they even..?
No time- I was off for
and away we went.
The journey to Teddington was brief-ish. The walk from the station to my photo session (at an Arts Centre) was through a midday torrential downpour. The Arts Centre however was warm and gorgeous, a converted church and probably older than any building in North America.
Our photographer, Magnus, was waiting along with my publicist friend, Valerie. She’d brought me a sword from the National Theatre to use in the photos.
After two hours of
we’re off again from Teddington to
and then onwards to
The journey ended in Camberley, where it was too dark to get a photo of the sign.
After the tedious day off journey I was happy to discover our wonderful B&B, complete with a wiener dog who has a Japanese name.
When I came down for coffee in the morning the breakfast room was glowing.
By the time I got back to my room (no train journey today-yay!) I had received some sample photos from yesterday’s session:
I think the day spent battling rain and trains was worth it.
I hope the gloves were found. I hope the invisible man made his train.
Between the lost toupee and soother I saw on the way to Worthing, along with yesterday’s shoes and gloves, I’m getting close to a new outfit and hairdo. What a makeover I could have had.
Tonight we’re at the Camberley Theatre, not surprisingly in Camberley, Surrey. 7:30pm showtime.