Wolverhampton Beckons ……

London buses are naturally very romantic, but as we made our way to Euston Station from Hugh’s we admitted that we had all started to pine for our very own village Banga bus.

It may be exceedingly bumpy and a little noisy and unreliable, but it meant we’d be back home.

Before we disappeared into the bowels of Euston we all took our last glimpse and breathe of London ………
………. and bid it a fond farewell ………
….. we were homeward bound.

And after slipping into something a little more comfortable and more suitable for travelling, Darrell and Nigel went to avail themselves of the buffet carriage facilities …….

…… where their considered purchase reminded them that though sad to leave Hugh and London behind, exciting days were indeed spreading out before us.

The festive season is, but just around the corner …… and Darrell and Nigel’s sandwich was a tantalising, if still quite early glimpse of the exciting things to come ……….. nom, nom, nom!