A bad journey home. We both stayed out late last night and met up later on to tackle the trains back to Essex together.
There was a fatality on the line somewhere north of Ipswich. Not much the train operator could do about that, in all fairness, but it could have remedied the knock-on. It meant that the Norwich InterCity wasn’t running, and so everyone was being crammed onto our train, terminating at Ipswich, from which they’d have to pile onto buses or find some other way home.
That would be fine except for the fact that they’d only put on four coaches, to hold all of the Ipswich train’s regular load, plus the people that would have filled a 12-coach InterCity.
It was full to standing, with the entrance vestibules full to bursting and other people all the way down the aisles. We got two of the last seats, fortunately, but it was still a cramped, noisy, unpleasant journey home.
