Richmond – Waterloo – Brixton – Return
I’ve said before that I’m not a great timekeeper. Mostly it’s not my fault. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. So today it wasn’t my fault that I missed the first bus which meant I arrived on the station platform as the train arrived. There were no staff on the platform and the office door was locked, but the very nice guard saw me and walked, unhurriedly, along the platform to get the ramp. The station ramp wrangler did appear in time to put the ramp away, but the train still departed late.
The rest of the trip to Brixton was predictable, including the fact that the bus door got stuck and needed my PA to push the emergency release button. The driver seemed impressed that we knew that this was needed, and how to do it. Maybe it’s just me this happens to?
The bus back had a buggy in the (too small) wheelchair space. She was happy enough to move to let me on and, after some persuasion, the driver let her stand between the seats with the buggy for a couple of stops until she got off.
All in all another reasonably uneventful trip. It occurred to me that this trend of fewer incidents might be because more disabled people are travelling, a thought triggered after I came across another bus using wheelchair at Richmond. I’m really encouraged by this, so long as everyone understands that I always get priority!