It was a mistake, I knew it, catching that earlier train.
It was delayed by a slower train before it. Bear in mind that the catamaran goes every half hour and the train was only half an hour earlier than our scheduled train. We arrived at Portsmouth station at the very far end of the platform at 6.11 pm. The Fastcat leaves at… yes, you’ve guessed it…. 6.15pm.
I have never run so fast. Well, I have, but it was when I was a lot fitter and considerably less… well, considerably less, really.
We made it.
Tiddles nearly didn’t make it. He took off me the bag I was carrying. I protested that he was already carrying a bag and shouldn’t carry two. He replied, “yes, but you’re carrying a bag already too – it’s your tummy!”