Friday, 26 August 2016

Ashdown Forest - Oldlands

After walking from Fairwarp to the gates of Oldland Hall and slightly beyond, I became very intrigued about the place and did some googling.

Most of the following information is from the splendid article, Alexander Nesbit, a Sussex antiquary, and the Oldlands Estate, by Janet H Stevenson from Sussex Archaeological collections 137 (1999) pg 161-73. Once you have clicked the link, you will need to read and accept the easy-to-read terms and conditions. If you are interested in our local history it is well worth a read. Once you get past the first couple of pages, which focus on Nesbitt's earlier history, it is full of colourful and interesting details about the lands and the people who lived there and has pictures and maps showing Oldlands Hall and its grounds.

The first big surprise was that Oldlands Hall is not a particularly old house. Nesbitt had it built from 1869 in the style of a much older house. Edward Luckhurst, the head gardener, created the huge garden and park.  The garden included a big walled garden and a parterre. He created a highland-style glen and lake from the existing valley and ponds.  Nesbit was clearly a driving force in the area. Among other things he:
  • (presumably) contributed money for the National school on the B2026, close to the Fairwarp turning
  • was instrumental in the building of Christchurch, next to the school
  • with other landowners got into (and won) a dispute with Earl de la Warr over commoners rights.
The house and grounds were occupied and owned by several different people until Frederick Eckstein from Stuttgart bought them in 1920.  The Ecksteins made significant alterations to the house and gardens.

If you visit the church, you will see the grand monuments to Eckstein and family in the graveyard. If you take a look inside the Forresters, you can see a photo of the spitfire that the village bought in WWII. The Ecksteins were big contributors to the fund. After Sir Bernard Eckstein died in 1948, the house was broken up into apartments.

Oldlands Farm.
Following Oldlands Hill past Oldlands Hall gate, leads you to a ford. From here, you can see Oldlands Farm house. According to Stevenson's article, William Levett, may have founded the first ordnance in England somewhere near here.  The farm house is 16th Century with 17th Century additions.  At the beginning of the 19th Century this building was called Oldlands House.

Finally, Stevenson's article contains an irresistible detail:

"A small freehold of Maresfield manor which Maud Oldland held in about 1290 for a yearly rent of two barbed arrows was, as her surname suggests, evidently at Oldlands." This, "Cinderbanks" Estate on the Maresfield (West) side of the Oldlands estate was purchased and added to the estate in 1869.


Saturday, 14 May 2016

Mass Observation - One Day Diary - Tuesday 12th May 2016

I wrote this account because I was taking part in mass observation where large numbers of people write about their day.  Last year I wrote about a day off from work, spent in Ashdown Forest.

According to the Mass Observation people's tweet ...

Some great #12May16 diaries coming in! Common themes include: reactions to the , weather, #SATs, social media, childcare 

Mine focussed much more my journey from Uckfield to Birmingham and back, mixing the way I used technology with observations about the countryside I saw from the train window.

Oxted Station - on the way home
I tweeted some of my observations. My most popular tweet of the day was about a visit to a new and very friendly cocktail bar (Ben's Place) on the way home from Uckfield station.

... had a fabulous Margarita at @Bens_Place

One Day Diary

I live in Uckfield, Sussex with my Mother. I am 53 years old. I am single. I work as a training consultant.  This wasn’t a typical day because I did a round trip to Birmingham to run a virtual session, which means that my day was so much more focussed on travel than usual. Usually  I work at home, or travel to Birmingham and stay overnight in a hotel. 


6am
Got up. Mum got me coffee.
Dressed in reasonably smart office clothes. Blue and white jacket, red white and blue shoes, white top.
Breakfast comprised yoghurt and a papaya with lime.
7am
Left home and walked to the station about a mile away.  Got cash from the bank machine on the way. Also bought newspaper (Guardian) and Private Eye from independent newsagent.
7:15am
At Uckfield station purchased ticket from lady at ticket office. Nice that she knows my usual routes as well as I do. £65.80 for return to Birmingham International via London.
7:30am
Caught London Bridge train (Southern).
On way, noticed that woods were really blue with bluebells. Think I caught a glimpse of a purple orchid on the embankment.  Browsed through cartoons in Private Eye and browsed through the Guardian. Interesting article on the election of the new London Mayor, Sadiq Khan. It said that Greater London was created in 1963 in the hope that the “blue donut” of the outer suburbs would overwhelm the then “red” centre. Then talked about how control has switched to and from Conservative and Labour. Private Eye cover lampooned the Prime Minister’s scare tactics on European referendum.
8:20am
At Hurst Green, got off train.  Usual crowds of school children needing to get on the train. Two very polite teenagers in wine red blazers got off at the same time as me.  I walked along the platform to get a seat near the front of the train. Noticed that a cherry tree on the other side had dropped pink petals, which were lying in drifts along the platform.  Picked up free Metro newspaper. Main story about  Boris Johnson (former Mayor of London) hitting out at Prime Minister, David Cameron, about Euro referendum.
Browsed Facebook and Twitter on my Samsung Smart Phone, noticed tweet about Mass Observation. Tweeted about what I was doing. 
Got onto Victoria train.  On the way into Victoria, noticed that Battersea Power Station no longer has its chimneys. It looks very wrong like that.
9:15am
Followed crowd through Victoria. Two heavily armed Police Officers. Both tall and watchful. One had beard.
9:20
Down the steps into the underground. Went through automatic barrier.  Not very crowded.  Went to Victoria Northbound. Train came quickly. Some holiday makers with baggage amongst commuters. A few younger men wearing shorts. Some people listening to music through ear-bud type headphones. A few people wearing the more fashionable chunky headphones.
Got off tube at Euston. While on escalator noticed young Muslim woman in robes wearing a bright pink set of the chunky headphones.
9:40
Got on 9:43 Virgin train to Glasgow, in order to get to Birmingham International.
9:50
Fire up laptop and start clearing down inbox. Two business men joined me at table. The man sitting next to me let me plug in on his side of the table.
Glance out of the countryside from time to time. Very green and lush.
The man next to me bought £8 Wifi access for 24hr.
10:15
Stop at Milton Keynes, group of businessmen opposite leave, an elderly Scottish couple came in with a younger woman. They were helped by Virgin Staff.
Fields bright yellow with rapeseed crop.
Wind turbines seen towering over fields.
Announcement for shop includes apple and contactless payments.
People riding horses in the sunshine.
At Coventry, start packing up my laptop. Then wait by the door for the next stop.
11:00
Leave the station through automatic barrier, which swallows my ticket. Must remember to keep the other half for expenses.
Walk past taxi rank and pause to look at the flowers on a small grassy area. Daisies, Cowslips, buttercups and forget-me-nots.
Walk quickly along to business park. Very hot.  At entrance to business park, I notice fabulous blossom on tree.  Blossom very good this year.
11:15
Get into office. Exchange a few words with colleagues.  Mainly about the issues that stopped the Customer’s virtual conferencing software working with my home broadband. Then go to meeting room so I can do a test run on virtual conferencing software.  Deal with new emails while waiting.
11:30
Test run successful. Also discussed next steps.
12:00
Go to get a snack lunch at a nearby garage. On the way noticed lovely Hawthorn blossoms and green alkanet.  Took photos and tweeted one.
Lunch comprised Salmon sandwich, mango chunks and a Can of Coca-Cola. It cost £4.59. Tweeted picture of lunch for mass observation.
12:45
After eating lunch, I print out some training materials and prepared for this afternoon’s virtual session.
2  pm
Ran the virtual session to share information about changes to computer system with offshore trainers.
3:45 pm
Finished virtual session; sent reference guides to one of the participants and sent an email with a query to one of our own experts. I gathered up my stuff and walked to the station. Noticed blue flowers by the roadside.
4:25 pm
Just managed to catch the 4:20 Virgin train to Euston, which had been slightly delayed.  Shared a table with people connected with the Open University.  I opened my laptop and started working through questions that people on the virtual session had asked.
5:05 pm
Stopped at Milton Keynes. The Open University people got off. More people got in. Only just enough seats so much shuffling and getting in and out of seats.
Later, I look up and see narrow boats lined up alongside a canal.
5:40 pm
Got to Euston. Escalators to Northern line are being refurbished so very crowded getting down to the platforms but not too bad once there. A Busker was playing an electronic harp. Gave him a pound.   Tube train not too crowded. Nearly everyone had a seat.
6.08pm
Got to London Bridge main line a couple of minutes after the Uckfield train left. Waited for the next East Grinstead train.  Bought a snack to eat on the way home. A roll with bacon, brie and cranberry plus a bag of crisps cost £5.  Waited for some time, then the boards showed the East Grinstead train was coming into platform 10. 
18:23
As train drew out of the station, ate roll while looking back at the buildings. Could recognise the Gherkin and the Walkie Talkie. Saw top of Tower Bridge.  Seems that the old, familiar landmarks are being swamped. Read the Evening Standard until Oxted where I got out.  News full of politicians bickering about EU referendum.
6:30pm
Waited at Oxted until 18:37 Uckfield train.  While on train completed the questions I had been dealing with earlier.  When I finished, enjoyed looking over countryside in gold light of low sun.  Noticed progress had been made on lengthening some of the platforms.
7:21pm
Got off train. Strong smell of wild garlic as I left the station.  Walked up hill as far as Ben’s Place, a new cocktail bar, Ben’s Place. Had a Margarita before walking home. Staff very friendly.
9pm
At home, greeted Mum and we went into the garden to look at her new plants. Loved walking on the damp grass in my bare feet.
9:15pm
Used personal laptop to check some TV info for mum. Checked train times for Sunday. Tweeted about my cocktail, which was retweeted by bar. Played round with Twitter and Facebook for a bit. Had a chocolate drink.
11pm
Went to bed.

Sunday, 21 February 2016

Scaynes Hill in WWI

I was thrilled to find one of the Verdun oaks in Scaynes Hill, just a few miles from where I live. Now I want to find out more about Scayne's Hill during WWI.

1915 Trade Directory

Kelly's Directory of Sussex, 1915 (pages 523/4] available from Leicester University special collections says:

SCAYNES HILL is about 2 miles south east [of Lindfield] The mission church of St Augustine is an unconsecrated edifice of brick, and has a tower with spire containing a clock and one bell : there are sittings for 220 persons; service here is held by the vicar of Lindfield. There is also a Baptist chapel. Walstead and Enfield commons are in this parish.

Public Elementary School - Scaynes Hill (mixed), built for 100 children; Mrs. Lavinia S. Button, mistress.

Browne Duncan David, The Neale, Scaynes Hill
Button Mrs, St. Augustine's House, Scaynes Hill
Clarke Septimus, Inces, Scaynes Hill
Gibbons Sills Clifford, Scaynes Hill
Harrison Robert Thomas, 2 Clifton Villas, Scaynes Hill
Margesson Misses, Scaynes Hill House, Scaynes Hill

Commercial

Awcock William, Sloop Inn, Scaynes Hill
Burtenshaw Alfred George, wheelwright, Scaynes Hill
Cox George H, builder, Ham Lane
Cox Jessse, farmer, Hamlyns, Scaynes Hill
Dann David, farmer, Hammonds Farm, Scaynes Hill
Jensen A. W. Orchid Grower, Scaynes Hill
Kember Edwin, Butter Box, Scaynes Hill
Knight Stephen, beer retailer, Snowdrop Inn
Lindfield Ada (Miss) dressmaker, Scaynes Hill
Luckens Joseph John, shopkeeper and sub-postmaster, Scaynes Hill
Mann Robert, farmer, Awbrooke Farm, Scaynes Hill
Marsh Henry, Farmer, Scaynes Hill
Matthews Charles, Anchor Inn [Now the Inn on the Green] Scaynes Hill
Merrick Sydney Herbert, farmer, Scaynes Hill
Nunns Alfred Earnest, insur. agt, Hill View, Scaynes Hill
Taylor William J, Market Gardener, Scaynes Hill
Tingley William, Boot maker, Scaynes Hill
Washer Thomas, farmer, Freshfield Place

The roll of honour website lists those on the war memorial.

WWI Verdun Oak - Scaynes Hill

I was intrigued by the Woodland Trust's call for information about Verdun Oaks. They say:
  • More than 400,000 French and German lives were lost in the longest running battle of the First World War.
  • After the fighting ended, acorns were collected from the battlefields and planted in our towns as a tribute to the fallen. Why and how the acorns came to the UK is an unfolding story and one we would love to complete.
They also have pictures of some of the oaks in Coventry, Pembridge, Lichfield, Southwold, Leominster.  I found myself wondering more about the battle, which I'd never encountered.

The battle of Verdun

The East Sussex WWI web site explains that Verdun was a fortress town. They say:
The German artillery opened fire at 7:15am on 21st February 1916 and over the course of ten hours fired over one million shells before the German infantry attacked.

They go on to describe a lengthy war of attrition. Meanwhile the Battle of the Somme was starting.
... the effort required from Germany to defend against the British to the north whilst also fighting the French at Verdun proved almost impossible to maintain.
... By the time the battle ended on 20th December 1916 the Germans had lost all of the territory they had gained earlier in the year and the area around Verdun had been utterly devastated by nearly ten months of constant fighting.

Verdun: A Field Kitchen
Verdun: A Field Kitchen © IWM (Art.IWM ART 3342) - shows trees in the background.
 The Keep the Home Fires Burning web site quotes from a contemporary publication, which said:
When Lord French visited Verdun he picked up a handful of chestnuts and announced his intention of planting in his grounds an avenue as a perpetual souvenir of the city. When this became known the authorities at Verdun were besieged with applications for acorns and chestnuts. They could not supply all the demand but a quantity was sent to the L&N.W.R., and were put on sale in aid of the War Seal Foundation (L.&N.W.R. Section.) This aims to provide homes for employees of the company totally disabled in the war. Boxes containing specimens are available from 7, Euston Square, London, for 2s 6d. The acorns are from the forests of Vaux and Douaumont, and the chestnuts from the Place de la Madeleine, at Verdun.
Having seen the Woodland Trust piece, I did a bit of Googling and found a couple of mentions of a Verdun Oak in Scaynes Hill.  In 2009, the council replaced the plaque explaining what the tree is. The newsletter says:
This is a call to local historians to tell us more about the “Verdun Oak”. There was a plaque on the Oak Tree in Ham Lane that it had been agreed we should replace. This is however a potentially expensive exercise so before we sally forth we would like to find out more about the history of the tree and its relevance to Scaynes Hill. It is reported that the acorn was brought back from Verdun after the battle in 1916. If you know anything about the history of the tree please contact our Parish Clerk, Karin Milne in the office.
The plaque was subsequently installed.  I visited some years later, on Saturday the 21st of February, 2016, exactly 100 years after the battle of Verdun started.  A gentleman walking his dog pointed the tree out and I took a photo.
Verdun Oak, photographed 21 February, 2016.
I hope to find out more about this tree.  I have connections in this area and am wondering if they are connected with this tree in some way.  I've started collecting some information about Scaynes Hill in the WWI era.


Tuesday, 12 May 2015

Mass Observation - One Day Diary - Tuesday 12th May 2015

I wrote this account because I was taking part in mass observation where large numbers of people write about their day.

I live in Uckfield, Sussex with my Mother. I am 52 years old. I am single. I work as a training consultant.  This wasn't a typical day because I am having a few days off. Usually I work in Birmingham or at home.

I happened to have a day off on 12th May.
5:30am
Woke up. Checked phone for updates. Drew curtains to gentle sunshine, cooing of pigeons.
5:45 am
Switched on WiFi. Fired up laptop. Checked Twitter, Facebook and email.
6:07 am
Updating my todo list, held in a spreadsheet.
6:25am
Sorting my photos from yesterday's visit to Boothland Wood, Uckfield.
6:35am
Mother's emerged. Retreating to bed with cup of tea, biscuits, Sussex Express and laptop.
7:00am
Radio news (BBC 4). EU regs on conservation being "reviewed"; more people my age having strokes :-/
7:05am
Check items @UckfieldNews to find out what is happening locally. Includes change to train times; scarecrow competition. Uckfield News is an ultra local news service with website, Facebook and Twitter.  This sort of news is becoming very important. The people running the service often send personal messages with useful items.
7:15am
Checked weather on met office web site. Says it will be a bit dull this morning, sunnier this afternoon.
7:25am
Recorded nature sightings from Boothland Wood visit on iRecord.
7:50am
Recorded wildlife observations from Bushnell Trail camera in spreadsheet.
8:42am
Went to get paper from Tesco Express. No Guardians. Met town councillor who was busy untangling notice board
8:44am
Diverted to town and got Guardian and Radio Times from independent newsagent at top of town.  Heard the screams of swifts.
9:05am
Have flicked through paper. Incensed at the vitriol towards fallen leaders. David Milliband/David Steel, the worst offenders. Giggled at the return of John Major style pants (on David Cameron) in Steve Bell. Reminded that satire comes from punching upwards. Nice article on the success on English Sparkling wines are doing well. We quite often have Surry/Sussex/Kent wine.
9:29am
Flicked through Radio Times. Like the look of Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell. Enjoyed phrase "welter of weirdness"
9:40am
Got ready to go out. Packed everything in camera bag, cleaned teeth and put laptop away.
10am
Mother and I got into my 11-year old Volkswagen Polo and went to Ashdown forest, about 20 minutes drive from home.
10:20am
Stopped at Millbank car park, joining one other car and 2 HGVs nearby. We went to the wood immediately next to the car park to see the bluebells. We also saw unfurling ferns, bright green beech leaves, crab apple trees a (probable) badger set and much more. We met a woman riding a horse, accompanied by a black retriever. She asked if we were taking pictures of the birds and I said I was taking pictures of the bluebells.
11am
We drove up to the Ashdown Llama Park. We bought 2 tickets for approx. £11 and spent an enjoyable hour and a half looking at the animals in the park: llamas, alpacas, horses, chickens, pigs and sheep. There were also wild birds such as pied wagtail and swallows.
12:45pm
We went to the restaurant for lunch. Mum had carrot and coriander soup. I had sausage, egg and chips with an apple juice. Total cost was £11.75.  About a dozen people came in while we were waiting. Mostly older, but one youngish couple. Mum, as always, tidied the table before leaving and the woman sitting at the next table commented. They went on to talk about the weather.
1:30pm
Mum bought some cards and fudge from the shop. When we were leaving, I almost fell over a pair of mating peacocks. There were 2 males and 3 females. The male, who had been mating, displayed his tail for long enough for me to get a photo.
1:40pm
Drove back through the forest. Two deer crossed the road in front of the car. I slowed but didn’t have to brake hard. There are many accidents caused by deer in our area.
2:00pm
Got home, put car back in the garage, put kettle on for tea, checked Twitter, Facebook and email.
3:05pm
Sorted photos from the day’s outing and chose some to put on Facebook and Twitter.
4:54pm
Received email with agenda and other documents for Neighbourhood Plan meeting.  The idea of the Neighbourhood Plan is to give local people a chance to decide where development should be in the town, what should be preserved and what should be changed.  Printed and browsed through documents.
6:25pm
Had tea comprising beef bourguignon (from chilled packet) and some Denbies sparkling wine.
8pm
Cleared up some Neighbourhood Plan items – sending emails etc.
9:30pm
Had hot chocolate drink and started typing up these notes.
11pm
Bed.

I found this very interesting to do and the experience was enlivened by some great people, who live tweeted their mass observation using #12May15. It was humbling to get insight into other lives.

Sunday, 15 February 2015

Broadchurch 2 - Reflections [SPOILERS]

Before I start, a massive tip of the hat to 24 Frames of Dreaming who has been writing detailed posts on Broadchurch. We've chatted online and her ideas and mine have bounced off each other in all sorts of interesting ways.

BEWARE SPOILERS!
Written after the 6th episode of the second series. If you haven't viewed this far yet, STOP READING NOW.

Looking back, I loved the first series of Broadchurch because of its sense of place. The series examined the relationships and secrets in a small town through the lens of the investigation into the killing of young Danny Latimer. The lead detective, DI Alec Hardy, was sitting on a big secret of his own, the circumstances around the loss of vital evidence in his disastrous "Sandbrook" case. Eventually Broadchurch's killer confessed and that was that.  Chris Chibnall, the author, had created a town with characters that were interesting enough to keep me asking questions long after the show ended. Would relationships heal and survive? Would Sandbrook ever be solved? Would the killer's legal team try to reduce the verdict to manslaughter?

At the start of series 2 Hardy looks at the rubble from a cliff fall and says "Everything falls apart".  And everything does. Doubt is cast on the confession of Danny's killer and the Sandbrook suspect, Ashworth, is back in town.  This time I was fascinated by recurrent themes and what they foreshadow or how they're misleading me.

Water

In the first series, Hardy's dreams were full of ominous seas. In this one, he is surrounded by the stuff, sometimes dreaming that he is drowning in a river. About half way through series 2, he dreams for the first time about emerging from the water. This is immediately followed by a understated little scene, where he says that he is putting things right. In a subsequent dream, the water starts flowing away from him. Maybe the 'tide' has turned.

Reflections

 
In this series reflections are everywhere. I started really noticing this just over half way through. Is this telling us that the two main cases reflect each other? That subplots concerning other offenders tell us something about where those cases are going? Or is it just misleading eye-candy?

Isolated, staring men

Unkind comment has been made about the number of times you see men, particularly Hardy and Ashworth, alone and staring into the distance. The Broadchurch accused stares across the courtroom from his lonely place in the dock.  I think I can see a common thread about them being controlled and isolated from others by the women in their lives:
  • The Broadchurch accused - For obvious and entirely understandable reasons
  • Ashworth - His wife, Claire, bears witness against him and demands protection
  • Hardy - Ejected from the family home in the fallout from Sandbrook. Also, from the start of series one, isolated within the local police by his city ways and the way in which his popular police partner, Ellie, makes it clear that he "stole her job" and endlessly puts him "right" about who he should suspect and how he should behave in the investigation.
Women controlling men

All of those women seem to be more than capable of playing damsel in distress to get something they want. Clare only needs to look at a man with big scared eyes for him to jump to attention. Her violence when she doesn't get her own way is dramatic. A snivelling Ellie demanded that Hardy give her access to someone she shouldn't have been near. She tells Claire to have some self control but her own uncontrolled anger has had catastrophic effects. Hardy's ex-wife is more subtle but she has certainly been prepared to let him twist in the wind rather than admit that she might have done something wrong. 

I feel that where the first story was about the male suspects, this one is about controlling women.  I don't think it is any coincidence that the court proceedings are controlled by three strong female characters.

That orange jacket

There's a lot of orange in both series, orange cliffs, ginger tints in Hardy's hair, children's windmills and Ellie's orange coat. She seems to wear it everywhere, even in the heat of the summer. I can't help recalling that, in the first series, a witness saw the murdered boy arguing with the 'postman'.  As I walk around my own small town, I notice that postmen wear orange high viz jackets, the same colour as Ellie's.  Could the witness have made a mistake? Did she argue with Danny?

Cate's books

The camera zooms into a photo of a murdered child on a bookshelf. Being a bookworm, my attention is taken by the books including:
The most interesting is "Sorry" by Zoran Drvenkar.  The narration shifts between different people, one of whom is "You". Yes, You, the reader and You are complicit in the crimes. According to The New Yorker review.

"As the novel progresses, we learn that you possess a fully fleshed history and reasons for your actions that, even if they provide some justification, grow more hazy and ambiguous as the narrative flies along. What I mean to say is, while you have your reasons, you’re not let off the hook. Which is as it should be, for at the core of “Sorry” is the question of guilt and absolution."

Maybe You will find yourself buying into some awful sequence of events because You sympathise with how the guilty party got there.

Or maybe they are just books.

Words echoing and repeating

In the first series, Ellie's words "How could you not know" bit back. I wonder if Hardy's "Don't Trust" will do the same. He trusts very few people - maybe one of those few will have done something dreadful.

Whatever the answers are, I am fascinated by Broadchurch because the author has left so many little clues and trails that I know that he is playing games with me. I want to beat him by figuring out the mystery before he tells me the answer, but I suspect I won't.

 

Wednesday, 7 January 2015

The London Bridge Experience

I avoided travelling while London Bridge was closed. It had been grim enough before with constant cancellations and delays. On the 5th of January, I went back to work and hoped for the best.

Monday the 5th

The morning run was OK. At London Bridge, my usual route through to the tube - through a tunnel lined with little shops, was closed off. This wasn't a real problem but I was surprised that I couldn't see signage telling me where to go. I just followed the crowd and hoped they were heading for the tube rather than the nearest coffee shop. A station employee seemed to be flapping their hands in the general direction of motion, so off I went. Down some stairs into the tube and into work.

The evening was a very different story. I came out of the tube with about 20 minutes to spare. Even in crowded conditions this is usually plenty of time to look at the shops and get my train. I was able to get to the main line station using my normal route, through the tunnel. I bought some posh chocolates and headed up into the station. This is where it all went wrong. Instead of being able to move freely into the concourse to see the platform announcements, I found myself in a rather genteel 'kettle'. Although, everyone was being patient, I could immediately sense how edgy everyone was. I soon realised why. Of approximately a dozen ticket gates, only 3 were set up in the right direction for the evening flow of commuters. The rush hour crowds were piling up behind me.

I started weaving my way through to the corner with the magic green crosses. An authoritative voice rang out asking that people make way for the guide dog. Everyone stepped aside and let the dog and its blind handler through. A few minutes later, I slipped my ticket into the slot and almost skipped through the barrier. 8 minutes to go. To my horror I found myself on the train side of the barriers away from the all-important platform information. I found myself next to one of the few station staff and asked him where I might find the Uckfield train. He had no more idea than me and apologetically waved at the individual boards by the buffers. All I could do was join the heaving throng struggling up and down looking for their train. I saw an East Grinstead train and immediately gave up on Uckfield. I just managed to squeeze in. I could still just hear announcements and strained my ears listening and waited. It sat in the platform for an age. Endless bloody meaningless apologies. I began to get twitchy, maybe I should have waited for the Uckfield train. Then I heard "Uckfield train cancelled".

Finally the scarily full train mooched out of the platform. It stopped and started a few times. I didn't even look out of the window at East Croydon. I'm told the platforms were overflowing. Then on through the suburbs to Oxted. Would the shuttle be running? A glance at the board says yes, which is fortunate because the platform is full with people who should have been on my train as well as the shuttle's regulars. Never has that shuttle been so welcomed or so full.

Tuesday the 6th

Things would surely be better on the second day back. Going in was slightly better. My usual route through the tunnel had been restored.  During the afternoon I kept my eye on Twitter because forewarned is forearmed. My heart sank as sea of green Southern avatars announced hundreds of delays and cancellations @SonOfShaleman tweeted that the 18:08 train was likely to be only four carriages. Noooo!

Coming home was actually worse this time. This time an iron shutter fronted by a couple of staff barred the way into the tunnel. "This way?" I asked, pointing towards the Shard. They nodded. I followed the throng onto a narrow escalator and chatted to a lady as we went up. She said that she was seeing bits of the London Bridge area that she had never seen before. With a laugh "It's nice of them to give us free tours of the London Bridge experience." I grinned back, then followed the crowd.

This time it was worse because I came in right at the back of the station and found myself looking at thousands of heads. People trying to get to their platforms were impeded by those frantically scanning the boards. Would I be able to get through in time? Maybe the East Grinstead train would be the better option again. I inched my way through the crowds. It was getting close to the grinny's departure.

Through the barrier, more-or-less in the right place. I find the train just in time - but - I pass every door. Each carriage is full to the brim. Many of the people would be getting out at East Croydon to get the train they really want. I'm half way up when I hear the sound I have been dreading. The whistle blows and the doors close. Dozens, maybe over a hundred, are left bewildered on the platform. What now? There is a mass movement to the other side where the Bognor train is coming in. I join the bunches by doors. Might just as well get in and get out of this seething mass. I'm on. I strain to hear announcements. Another massive wait. Maybe the Uckfield train will turn up.

A Brighton train pulls up opposite. I eye it while half listening to the announcements on my train. "Non stop to .........." I'm outta here. I apologise dozens of times as I weave and shuffle to get out of the carriage. A quick trot across the platform and I slip into the comfortable seat of the Gatwick Express. Again, we are waiting, waiting. The woman sitting next to me checks the expected departure time on her phone. None is given. Will it be cancelled? I really don't want to get back into that boiling mass. She looks glumly into her phone and says 'It's not looking good." I'm not convinced the information means anything. Everything is so chaotic. Then the magic sound of a whistle and doors clunking shut. We are off. I am heading to Haywards Heath with the wrong ticket and the prospect of a big taxi fare and I don't care. I'm going home.