Coffee in the first café that we came to, just around the corner from Paddington station — Jo suddenly realised that it used to be a florist that she walked past nearly every day.
An exausting day, topped off by catching the very last train home. The clickety-clack and rocking motion making it nearly impossible to stay awake. Suddenly I sat up with a jerk as I realised that we’d stopped at Reading and had to get out now to change platforms for the branch line to Henley! Somehow I managed to wake Jo and levitate us both out of the train in under five seconds, I’ve no idea how, I don’t think it could be repeated.
Where?
Henley on Thames(51.5333333,-0.9), Paddington(51.5,-0.1833333).
