On the concourse at Waterloo the 1856 to Portsmouth Harbour didn’t look busy. I join the platform and start walking down the train. It’s 1847, so I have plenty of time.
What I’m looking for is a double seat on its own. There are none in the first carriage, the second or the third. It’s a twelve carriage train, there were no seats of the configuration I was looking for.
I ended up in the twelfth coach, the front of the train. I was sat in a group of 6 seats on my own, but the train was filling.
A chap came on and sat opposite me. I must admit, he didn’t look well. Three other people sat in my block. The Tain was now moving, and it was standing room only, with no space available.
The chap opposite me had obviously been trying to control himself. But, he couldn’t stop himself from coughing, persistently. It was clearly disturbing everybody around him. I was having an eyes only conversation with the young lady that was sat next to him. She clearly wasn’t happy.
When he got off the train we said there was no way that he should have been on board. I would like to think that under similar circumstances there I wouldn’t even entertain the idea of getting on to public transport.
I guess I’ll just have to wait for a few days to see if anything happens. Both annoying and frustrating.