We bounced our cases down the stairs at Old Street and were soon at the much more old person friendly Kings Cross Station, ready to catch our train north to Newcastle.
Specific information was not shown on passenger information boards until close to departure times.
Maybe the last time we travelled in a first class carriage. I am not sure. It was a terribly long way to walk to the buffet car for sustenance. There was the usual argy bargy over seats. Standing and those without reservations try to take seats. A young and polite person managed to kick a grumpy old Arab man out of his seat, that wasn't his seat as he hadn't booked a seat.
But the journey passed quickly and we were soon in Newcastle and met up with two of R's three sisters. There was a huge family get together, maybe twenty family at The Denton pub on this Sunday, and for the first time in the UK, I had a proper meal, roast beef with vegetables. Our roast beef cuts here we buy are rubbish compared to the roast beef in England. I won't even have roast beef here in Australia.
While they may not have air con, Boris buses are very quiet, I believe using electric motors and batteries to start off and then switching to the diesel motor. Here is a short video of a bus outside our hotel.
Around Kings Cross Station.
I think three times we have caught a train north from Kings Cross. It feels like an old friend.