She is only nine months old but Mrs T has already been on a plane a staggering ten times!! That is more than I’d been on by the time I was 21! Such a jet setter! Today though she swapped air for tracks as she embarked on her maiden voyage on a long distance train (previous outings on this mode of transport have been less than 30 minutes).
Our first train journey into London went well – she thoroughly enjoyed gazing out the window (or, as I suspect she was doing, looking at her own reflection). Here she is with Daddy.
So we get to Vauxhall – so far so good. Shame the lift down to the underground was ‘out of service’. Still, even if it had been working, we would have only got to the ticket hall, not to the actual tube. Helpful.
As we looked in vain at a way to transport our pram, daughter and luggage down after going through the ticket barriers, I noticed a couple of male station workers chatting away to each other and looking pretty un-bovvered about my query about a lift.
“Nah, there isn’t one,” they told us, before resuming their conversation.
Fortunately, a female member of staff suddenly appeared, kindly offering to take our pram on the escalator for us while I carried Mrs T and Cal took the luggage. Thank you kind lady!
Once we were at Kings Cross it was a lot easier – lots of lifts. Here we are next to our train.
Feeding her on the train was a slightly messy affair. We did a bit of Baby-led weaning (asparagus appears to be the vegetable of the day) but then gave way to an Ella’s Kitchen pouch. Mrs T is now sound asleep (our plan to book a train to fit around her lunchtime nap appears to have paid off). Yay.
