Thanks to dysfunctional Stagecoach bus service, I missed my train. Half an hour wait for next train.
But luckily, as I alighted from the bus, there was a friend who I had not seen for over a month.
At Alton Station, a steam train. A locomotive I had not seen before.
On the way down to Winchester, the steam train on an embankment on the skyline.
Alton, warm and sunny. On the way down to Winchester, dark, black clouds, but as Winchester was neared, out came the sun.
Alighted at the last bus stop before bus station and walked down into Winchester.
Falafel wrap off falafel stall. Not as good as usual, but that was because I let it get cold.
Chatted to a young guy at the stall. He did not know Winchester, and we suggested what he could see, and I showed him the way to the Cathedral.
I then bumped into him a little later, showed him the back streets. He was delighted, especially as he appreciated good coffee and I took him to Coffee Lab.
He had a machiatao and was impressed.
Although he knew coffee shops in London, I suggested a couple he did not know:
- Ethiopian Coffee on the Southbank Street food Market
- Curio Cabal in Dalston Kingsland Road over the Regents Canal
I pointed him in the direction of Winchester Station for him to catch the train to London.
Not long after I arrived at Cafe Lab in walked my Spanish friend Emilio. We met in Athens the week before.
Long chat with Emilio, until we were thrown out of Coffee Lab an hour after closing time.
Not long after we arrived, in walked Dan, champion barista. I asked he make me a coffee.
He made me a cappuccino last week in Coffee Lab Academy. This was better. I wonder why?
Bus to Alton.
Bikers night at Alton Station Cafe. Only about half a dozen had turned up. Maybe too cold and dark, maybe they expected the winter regime, when bikers night only once a month.
But no special. In September, I had regretted not having their moussaka, as it looked good. Last week they said moussaka today. No moussaka, I had looked forward to it. The chef offered to make moussaka just for me. I thought he was joking. But no.
I popped to Waitrose, came back, and moussaka was served with a little salad.
It was delicius.
Then train to Aldershot, then bus.
Missed the bus, 25 minute wait with the drunks that have been hanging outside the station since the summer.