I should have come back from across the Atlantic a long time ago. I did in person, but not necessarily in spirit. I have put a picture of the castle and park here which is a few minutes walk from my home. Since one of my traveling companions has just given me some more pictures, I will mention briefly my journey back and then add a few special reminiscences with some more photos. We were among the last to disembark Arcadia and sat comfortably in the Crows Nest, where we had enjoyed so many quizzes with our friends, waiting to be called. We found our luggage easily on shore, they were the only cases left. We only had to trundle them to the collection point for the homeward dispatch service, then we were free to go home. It is noticeable that private cars and taxis going to and from the port of Southampton don't notice pedestrians. We were not the only people walking away from the port, but it took a long time to cross the road and then we were hooted aggressively either to prevent us crossing, or because we had the cheek to cross. Once at the station we took the train back to London. On the Liverpool Street line, there were engineering works, which resulted in a train to Billericay and then a bus through Essex country lanes and suburbs to Witham, then a train from Witham to Colchester. The journey was a bit surreal after a trip across the Atlantic and such a contrast to walking and taking the subway around New York that I will use it as an excuse to post a New York picture here.
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