in the middle of nowhere..

- at least, that's how it feels when you're sitting along waiting for the one train an hour to come. Over to Auntie T's to talk, have a laugh, eat cake, sort through photos etc. She then drove me back to Admiral Hinton . All well at Admiral Hinton, got off at Southampton, next train cancelled, took train to Fratton for no real reason, but was a tad nearer home. Trainline advised train to Hilsea. Hilsea made Admiral Hinton look postively metropolitan; crossed over the bridge at Hilsea took train that according to app was going to Waterloo but in real life was going to Victoria, got off at Chichester, finally took a train home, arriving only 30 minutes later than originally planned, though a little travel-weary.