Today was the first of our three planned trips to London, the Smoke.
I'd left booking the train tickets until the last minute because I wasn't sure the trip would go ahead, especially given the forecast rain, but we jigged around the things we'd planned to do and booked the tickets the night before.
Since the privatisation of Britain's railways, fares have become labyrinthine. We were at least spared the problem of dealing with different rail companies, but long gone are the days when you could pitch up at the station and ask for a "Cheap Day Return". Dear Wife and I have a discount card that gives 33% off the price of train tickets if we travel together, so trying to work that into the equation when Emma doesn't have a discount card, and still get a good price, is tough. Then working around the restrictions on cheaper tickets adds another level of difficulty, as does the availability of some fares. However, in a moment of madness, I entered an option of three adult tickets, travelling after 0930hrs, without using our discount card, and the computer said yes. Travel as a group of three, and not only did they offer the Off-Peak tickets we wanted, but also a discount fare for everyone! A potential return fare of £48 was reduced to £19.80. Sure, the first return train from London that we could get was post-1900hrs, but we simply had to take a later train into London so that our day wasn't too long. I booked the "Groupsave" tickets, and opted to pick the physical tickets up at Didcot Station.
The rain was coming down in a very English manner as we drove out of Shipton-under-Wychwood, constant but not heavy. It was a slow cross-country drive to Abingdon, then down the A34 for a short way, then into Didcot. Having lived in that area for fifteen years, I know it fairly well, but I was quite taken aback at the housing development that's taken place. Didcot was expanding when I left in 2009, but it had expanded significantly more now. The station had grown a shiny new multi-storey car park, and because we were parking in the afternoon, the usual daily charge of £4.25 was reduced to £2.25, which pleased me greatly.
I had a wee bit of bother collecting the tickets from the machine in the station, though. It wanted my booking reference, so I went onto my phone only to find that the e-mail with the reference number hadn't loaded into the app. Naturally there was no phone signal on either of my phone's e-SIMs, so I had to sign up to the station's Wi-Fi. Not really a huge issue, except that they wanted more details about me than the Government does. However, I persevered, and as soon as the Wi-Fi connected, up came my e-mail. I made a note to ensure that my phone had loaded all my emails before leaving the cottage next time!
Tickets collected, we made our way to the platforms and awaited the trains. The Great Western Railway company has, with Government help invested in a lot of new rolling stock, including the nice Hitachi sets we'd travelled on at the weekend. National Rail, the people who look after the infrastructure, had installed overhead electric power lines, so these new Hitachis run on electricity from Didcot into London (I'm not sure how far west the electrification goes), but can also run as diesels when there is no electricity available, like from Charlbury to Oxford. I like that.

The train was busy, of course, and it always makes me wonder why five car sets are run when nine car sets are available. Accountants' thinking I suppose. We did get a seat each, albeit a few rows apart, although I had to warn Emma to point out to the ticket collector where we were sitting because on a Groupsave, we had to travel together. Actually, the ticket collector, or Revenue Collection Officer, Matty, was very thorough in his work. Given those labyrinthine ticket structures, discount cards and travel restrictions, he spent a lot of time explaining the rules, and collecting money, from people. Far from being officious, he was being helpful, and keeping everyone honest, which has been a problem on British railways in the past.
The trains in the UK , at least those running into London, are frequent and fast. It's fifty-seven miles from Didcot to Paddington, and in a car it would take you an hour and a half. On the train it was thirty-nine minutes, and that was with a stop at Reading. It's smooth, quiet and stress-free. Mind you, I might not say that if I had to travel every day into London like a lot of people do, indeed like I did in the 1980s.

At Paddington Station, Charlie was overawed. He's been watching the Paddington Bear films, so has seen the place on the big screen, but the noise and bustle of the place in real life quite surprised him. He'll often wear ear defenders when external noise gets too great, and he asked for them as soon as we alighted from the train. He went to see the Paddington Bear statue, and the Paddington Bear bench, and had photos taken of course. It's half-term week here in the UK, and there are a lot of kids out and about with parents. It's a bit disturbing to witness the brazen entitlement of some of those parents, though. Selfishness hasn't improved in the time I've been away.
We made our way down drizzly Praed Street, past St Mary's Hospital (well known to me in a previous life), and onto a mercifully quiet branch of Greggs the Bakers. Greggs used to be a fairly small North London bakery chain, but in recent years it's gone national in a big way, selling a limited range of hot and cold ready-to-eat food, including their famous vegan sausage rolls. There are other vegan goodies, as well, which is why we were there. It was a very pleasant lunch break, and Charlie enjoyed his TWO ring doughnuts.
We walked on down to Edgware Road tube station with a view to getting to Covent Garden. I had wanted to go by bus, but Transport for London's rather excellent phone app showed we'd need a couple of bus route changes and some walking, so I thought the Tube would be easier. Circle Line to Kings Cross, then Piccadilly Line to Covent Garden. TfL uses something called an Oyster Card, a pre-paid card that you can carry physically, or have on your phone, to access trains, tubes and buses. The fares using Oyster are reasonable, and there's a daily cap so you can get to a point where your travel is essentially free. If you plan to travel by bus, then an Oyster card is a must as they don't take cash. That said, you can also use Apple or Google Pay, or any card in your Google Wallet through your phone instead of Oyster. I don't know if the discounts or caps apply if you do that, but either way, cash has all but disappeared. We'd bought some physical Tourist Oyster cards, pre-loaded with credit (although we could just as easily have obtained Oyster Cards from any Tube station), only Emma forgot to bring hers. Step up Mum, who'd brough one that we'd used a couple of years ago. We added some new credit though a machine at the tube station, and we were off.

While I think about it, I have to give credit to both the rail companies and TfL where children's travel is concerned. Rail companies allow kids under five to travel free, and older kids to get at least 50% discount, and it can be up to 80% with a Travelcard. TfL allow all kids under 12 to travel free, although kids over five have to have a Kids' Oyster card, to allow school kids to travel on their own, and to be logged in and out through the barriers. It really gets kids into the public transport mindset, which can only be a good thing.
On the Tube, we did the trip to Covent Garden, which is one of the few stations in Central London that doesn't have escalators. You can walk up the 199 steps if you want, but most people opt to use one of the elevators. I only mention that because in recent times, Covent Garden has become one of the most visited tube stations on the network, and the elevators can cause big delays in busy times. Fortunately this day it wasn't bad at all.
You may know that the current "Covent Garden", the shopping, eating and entertainment hot spot, was once London's fruit, vegetable, and flower market. It closed in 1975 and moved to a more lorry-friendly spot at Nine Elms, south of the river. When I arrived in London in 1977 the market was all boarded up and the area was a ghost town. But, a few years and quite a bit of money later, it's one of London's premier spot for visitors. It is actually quite a good place to visit. It's noisy and bustling, with street entertainers and expensive shops, all mixed in with a pub, restaurants and plenty of smaller places to eat. Again, if I had to work around there, as I once did, I might not find it quite so agreeable as I did this afternoon.

Our reason for being at Covent Garden was to satisfy our wet-weather option of visiting the London Transport museum. It's been there for quite a while, but I'd never been, so I was quite looking forward to it. Dear wife and I had to pay £24 each, but that allows us to visit at any time, and as often as we like, for the next twelve months. Yes, I know, we won't be here for more than a couple of weeks, but the price was the same as a day ticket, so why not? We may go back, you never know. Charlie didn't have to pay because he is under five, but because he had his ear defenders on, the greeter assumed some disability on his part and allowed Emma free entry as well, as his carer. Charlie is autistic, and I guess the greeter recognised that with the ear defenders. How progressive of the museum!

The London Transport Museum was great. The exhibits were excellent, especially as the kids could get in or on quite a few of them. The interpretation material was good, and there were many, many helpful staff on duty. The place was heaving, of course, it being half-term, but it didn't detract from the experience. Was £24 a bit steep for entry? Probably, but that is an annual ticket. The gift shop was full of exciting things, quite expensive things, but heck, why not gouge the tourists? I bought a baseball cap, only to find that it doesn't fit. How can a baseball cap not fit? Ho hum.
We walked over to Leicester Square to see the Lego Store, and the movie statues in the garden there. Leicester Square is the home of Britain's premier cinemas, and there seemed to be the makings of a film premier set up there outside one of the cinemas. It's all go, up in the Smoke.
As we had a bit of time to spare, we thought we'd take a bus from Charing Cross to Tower Hill, in order to see Tower Bridge. The number 15 bus runs along the Strand and the river all the way, so we dutifully joined the scrum of people waiting at the bus stop. A 15 went the other way, turned around and parked up just short of the bus stop, the driver on a break. The TfL app said the bus was due in four minutes, but with another three minutes behind it. But we waited fifteen minutes while the scrum grew bigger and that one bus didn't move. I suggested waking down to the Embankment to catch the tube, but Charlie wanted the bus. As a compromise, and knowing that when the 15 did move it would be packed, I suggested catching a number 9 to the Aldwych, only a few minutes ride, and that placated the boy. We rode the top deck right up to the Aldwych, then got off, for the bus terminated there, and walked around to Temple station to get on the Underground.
Tower Hill was a bit of a let down because the Tower of London was closing for the evening when we arrived, and they had closed off the walk along the river by Tower Bridge. The wind was whipping along the river, too, and there was a cruise ship parked up alongside HMS Belfast, so we didn't get the full Tower Hill experience. Time, though, was pressing on, and we were all knackered by this point. Charlie deserves some significant credit for hanging on in there, where many a four-year-old would have given up hours before.

We took a Circle Line train around to Paddington, then opted to catch the slow train back to Didcot rather than wait for the fast train. Because it was only the second slow train after the cheap ticket restriction time, it was packed and we were standing as the train left the station. A very nice woman gave up her seat for Emma and Charlie, and just as he was about to melt down, I was able to distract him with one of the railway-based gifts Emma had bought at the museum, which was fortunate. After Slough we managed to sit, and then the train really started to empty as we stopped at each station. The fast train passed us while we were stopped at Reading, and we finally rolled into Didcot at 9pm.
We still had a fifty minute drive back to Shipton, but I decided to take the faster roads back, avoiding the country roads in the dark, and we occupied Charlie by looking the coloured "Cat's Eyes" on the road, and all the trucks parked up in the laybys for the night.
It was a long day, a tiring day, actually a very good day. That was the first of three, so I hope the next two are as good.