Sunstroke

A glorious summer day was somewhat constrained by the need to go to work. Fortunately, both the train and Starfleet's office are pleasingly air conditioned. After an interesting day the Gorse Fox headed back out into the streets.

A gentle stroll along the Southbank, a wander over Hungerford Bridge, and then plunging in the oven that is Embankment tube Gorse Fox mused at the sights one sees in a warm London. At Victoria he deliberately let the first train go without him... he was NOT going to rush to force himself onto a nearly full train - it would be unseemly for a man of his breeding to be seen in a rush.

This was unfortunate. No sooner had the train left, but a sign came up announcing that the next train would be delayed. He consumed a fruit smoothie and watched the stream of sweating humanity rush about their journeys. Several hours later he clambered into his car and observed the usual quality of Sussex driving as the woman in front of him stopped in the middle of a level crossing to wave at a friend and give her lift. Then still bemused by stupidity he had observed he had to drive up the verge to avoid another woman driving a Discovery as she swerved round the bend onto the wrong side of road as he approached the Gorse. He can only assume they were both suffereing from sunstroke.

It was nice to get home.