Then it was back to buses for me. And upstairs too.
I’m not sure what that involves. It makes me think of people discussing eye of newt with a pastor wearing a black pointy hat and who has left her broom at the door. I note that healing is off the agenda. Friday nights’ events may involve ouija boards. (I always break the glass pressing too hard).
We reached the city centre and I went for a walk. Of course I forgot to bring either of the two hats I had acquired in London so I got a bit burnt, the weather being so great the past week.
This is not where the passenger ships dock. That would be gate 4 and I wasn’t about to walk that far without remediating the lack of a hat and drinking water. So I discovered a shopping centre (as you do) and bought yet a third hat at M&S, and some water in Little Waitrose.
All was going fine until…
This shop interested me too, but I felt a dork walking in there wheeling a near empty suitcase around a shopping centre, so I had the nice people in John Lewis call me a cab. Everyone is so obliging here.