Chatham; Friday, 11 September, 2015

I’d had a bit of emotional rollercoaster of a week, mostly caused by quitting my job of 12 years (albeit having to start a nearly four month notice period before I could actually walk out the building), so I was quite thankful to be heading away for the weekend to a pub.

I left my route down to Chatham to fate, standing on platform 2 at East Croydon waiting for the first train into either St Pancras to pick up the High Speed or to Victoria to pick up the slow speed service down to Medway.

In the end first in, by a matter of seconds was the St Pancras train, which proved to be a good choice as I had just enough time to purchase my ticket at the terminal before the train became available to board.

A smooth journey down to Chatham, and onto the pub – mostly because I was feeling lazy and decided to get a taxi the 2 or so miles down the hill (and then back up the other side, and down again) to the hotel.

After checking in and dropping my stuff off I went for a little wander around the area around the pub before retiring to the restaurant for dinner and then an early night.