The day started off at Waterloo where I awoke early and headed off to find White Hart St in Lambeth where Isaac Thomas and his lovely lady wife Ms Isabella Juggins formerly lived at number 11. Looking at the map the area was quite familiar - not surprising as I had been living in Lambeth for a year but there was something about the particular crossroads that twigged some distant memory.
When I got to the area I realised that the pub marked as The White Hart just around the corner from the street was the one that Diom and I met at the first time he asked me out. Now called Tommyfields.
Heading down the street it was sorry to see that the actual house at Number 11 had been knocked down for a vast expanse of council houses. But 1 and 3 still looked like original Victorian Terraces so I supposed it was the same style of house back in the day when Isaac and Isabella lived there.
I trekked back to the hostel grabbed my bags and made the journey to Abingdon. Bus to Oxford and then another short bus ride to Abingdon. Arriving at the B&B I was met by ... well no one. No answer. So I waited out the front for the owners to return. After about half an hour I figured I might check out the patisserie across the road while I waited and what a wise choice it was - with a walnut and stilton quiche in hand the wait seemed less annoying.
Eventually the owner returned from Specsavers to let me in - the house was old and well done up with extremely squeaky staircases. I dropped off the bags and then headed out to see what Abingdon could offer me and hopefully twig my memory as to why I had come here in the first place.
There's a lovely river and lots of fit young lads rowing up and down it as it seems this and rugby are the sports of the area. Some wonderful old ruins as well of a Norman Abbey.
None the wiser as to why I came I headed back to the room and settled in to their on again off again Internet to try and have a convo with the parents.
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