Having already pre-booked further overnight accommodation at a hotel in close proximity to London's Kings Cross Station, Myrna and I decided to treat ourselves to a visit to the world-famous Kew Gardens ... by way of a 'grand finale' to our weekend in Brussels.
Arriving at St Pancras International around noon on Monday, we deposited our luggage at the hotel - before travelling, via the Capital's Piccadilly and District Lines, to Kew - where we enjoyed a quick snack of fish & chips at a local cafe approximately a quarter of a mile from the main gates.
Following a leisurely stroll around its breathtakingly beautiful grounds, marvelling at - and capturing on camera - the glorious autumnal colours of the environs as well as the exotic display of plant and aquatic marine life in its Victorian glasshouses we reluctantly made our way back to the rail station serving the Gardens and ...
... then it HAPPENED ...!
Somehow ...... . Myrna and myself got ourselves separated amidst the throng of passengers waiting to board the approaching train bound for Central London, and ...
... all I could do ... was stand on the station platform- watching, helplessly - as the train departed with Myrna aboard staring equally aghast
through the carriage windows.
!!!
Thankfully, as luck would have it - what seemed like ages (but in fact couldn't have amounted to more than possibly 5 minutes) - another train destined for Upminster came along; I hastily jumped on to it, intending to disembark at Hammersmith (where we'd earlier changed lines on our outbound trip) in the fervent hope that the same thought would occur to my dear Mahal.
Gazing anxiously at the Tube Map above, as the train clattered to a halt at the first station in the direction of Hammersmith, I suddenly became aware of a gentle tap on my left shoulder.... there stood a smilingly relieved, Myrna - who had had the presence of mind to get off at the first stop - phew!
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Originally Posted by grahamw48
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.... finishing with THAT funeral 
