As I arrived at the station for the train to London Kings Cross I found coaches parked outside, which looked ominous. Then the departure board inside said that the journey into London would be by bus. In fact the train WAS running, though from an abnormal platform. After much lack of information and nervous joking among the growing crowd of passengers on the platform it finally pulled in 25 minutes late. It seems that for a few miles either side of Stevenage the East Coast main line was running in both directions on a single track, just like the olden days. To be fair the driver did later set a new track record - probably - for the Welwyn North to Finsbury Park sector in an attempt to catch up time.
St Pancras looked fabulous with the sun glancing through that wonderful roof. Then, after a coffee, something in my case attracted the attention of the X-Ray man as I checked in, so I had to wait patiently while my careful packing was dismantled - right down to the sandwiches - and the technical stuff, the non-technical stuff, and the empty case itself were individually re-scanned and then swabbed. The pleasant French (I think) security man offered to repack it, but I declined. I just hope that nothing important, like my contact lenses or my stash of chocolate, has been left behind.
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