Edinburgh to London
09.04.2011 - 30.04.2011
Said goodbye to Edinburgh and took a taxi to Waverly Station for our train trip back to Windsor.
The Scottish Dream tour was good, however it fizzled out at the end. We all dispersed at Edinburgh Castle and didn't realise that we wouldn't see each other again. We should have had a farewell dinner on the Saturday Night. (That is why Phil and I love travelling so much with Scenic Tours. They always have a Welcome Function and a Farewell Dinner, which is a really nice thing to do.)
We caught the train back to Windsor without a hitch. The train from Edinburgh to London was with a different company from the Virgin train we caught from London to Glasgow, so we didn't get any free food, just tea and biscuits. And it was packed. Just as well we had booked our return seats on arrival in Glasgow. We sat next to a dorky pommie couple who had been in Scotland, bird watching. She was 44 (Wendy) and he (Jim) would have been in his sixties. They moaned and complained about the train and the service, ALL the way to London. Again I had to lug my bag up and down steps at several stations, but many guys (black, white and Italian) helped. They were very nice.
When we arrived in London, there was a lot of work being done on the platforms, to get ready for the Olympics. The board was saying a certain platform number for Slough, but it appeared to be all boarded up. I approached an African Railway Attendant and asked him where was the platform for the train to Slough. He just looked at me, so, thinking I was speaking too fast, I spelt it out - S-L-O-U-G-H. He still just looked at me and then with a big grin on his face said, "Slough, S-L-O-U-G-H, Madam wants to go to Slough!". I was so embarrassed and apologised profusely, saying that I thought I was speaking too quickly for him, with my Australian accent. "No Madam", he said, "the train to Slough is leaving from Platform 14". "Thanks", I said, "does it have a lift?" "A lift", he shouted out to everyone on the platform, "Madam wants a lift!". Then, addressing his fellow worker, he said "Bring the helicopter for Madam!". By this stage, we were all falling about laughing and laughing, so I whacked him on the shoulder with my Brit Rail Pass. With that, he put his arm around my shoulder, pointed up to the CCTV camera and said ever so sweetly, "Madam, you are now recorded on camera assaulting a British Railway Employee"! With that, I whacked him again, said thanks, and dragged my bag down to Platform 14, thinking to myself what a wonderful sense of humour that guy had.
It was nice to be back at The Clarence Hotel in Windsor. We have a different room this time - at the front of the hotel and freshly decorated.
We had a quick snack at an Italian Restaurant and walked home the long way to take in a few of the sights of Windsor's back streets and into bed for an early morning start.