Dysfunctional public transport. London train arrives at Alton Station at same time as bus departs for Winchester, then have to wait half an hour for the next bus.
I could have walked into Alton and caught the next bus, but by the time I thought of this, not worth it, and it was drizzling of rain.
I noticed the station had books for people to take, drop off. I suggested they register on BookCrossing.
I was not aware Winchester had a market on Wednesday. Maybe because I usually walk along the river, and the back streets behind the Cathedral, and not the High Street.
I was aware Friday, and that was only because of a couple of wasted journeys last year looking for Wincheter Coffee Roasters, only to learn they no longer had a stall. The only time I have walked the High Street.
High Street interesting architecture but the same rubbish chains which dominate and destroy every High Street in every town.
Either end of the High Street lots of empty shops, even in the middle.
Jamie Oliver Union jacks did not last long
Jamie Oliver, only a year or so ago, opened Union jacks. It has already closed.
Eat Drink and Be
I was looking for Eat Drink and Be, but had no idea where it was or what it looked like. I walked along the High Street nothing. Having walked so far, I decided to walk up to the City Gate. And yes, there it was. I walked in, walked out. It had about as much atmosphere as a hotel lounge or a train station bar. And when are places going to learn, moronic radio station playing does not attract clientèle. And it closed at five o’clock.
I was there, to try coffee from Winchester Coffee Roasters. Maybe another day. Coffee beans were on sale, which was worth noting for another day.
I asked in Waterstone’s did they have Paulo Coelho’s latest book? Yes, and they knew what I was askiing for, three maybe four copies of Adultery on display with latest releases.
On my way, I had spotted Ginger Two down a side street. Nice atmosphere, but uninspiring lunch menu. I asked, sorry kitchen closed, but they did offer to rustle up a sandwich served with a few leaves. An excellent range of teas and cakes, I had a pot of Ceylon tea and a cake.
On leaving, I noticed Ginger ice cream parlour diagonally opposite.
Now, it was time to leave Winchester, well almost, last bus 1850.
I thought I would find a little provisions shop down the back streets behind the Cathedral. I got lost, eventually found, only to find was closed (they used to be open in the evening).
eyesore sheds on the green
The Deans House used to have books undercover, help yourself, leave the money. Now two sheds, appalling eyesores on the green. There were also ugly banners draped outside the Cathedral. Does no one have any concept of aesthetics?
I just made the 1850 bus, the last bus. I missed not having walked along the river.
At Alton, 40 minutes wait for next train.
A trip to Waitrose.
Outside the station, Station Cafe, a black shed. I have never seen it open. This evening I found it open. I took a look inside, and was pleasantly surprised. I was tempted to stay, but that would have been yet another train missed.
On the train, a lady asked if she could sit and talk to me. I said yes. She then asked would I like to receive a million pounds.