Wiltshire Day Trip – Part Four – Homeward Bound.

From Salisbury back to Dover, even by fast trains is approximately a four hour journey and although I was awash with a very large cup of tea purchased in the buffet at Salisbury station I knew that I would be needing a meal soon. So I alighted from the Salisbury to London train at Basingstoke, party to avoid a confrontation that I could see brewing between a guy who was playing his variety of music, at full volume, to a crowded carriage of unappreciative customers (yes, another moron who thinks that he has a human-right to make life a misery for others but who would undoubtedly have caused less misery if he had been flushed away on a Kleenex at sperm stage)!! Basingstoke was a town which, until now, I had always passed through en-route to somewhere else and now as I emerged into the town it struck me as even less inspiring than the first impressions of Swindon. And at least Swindon produced Diana Dors! Basingstoke, however, just wanted to suck me immediately into a vast shopping mall – there seemed to be no escape. Only later did I learn of actually very pleasant sounding options. However, now my stomach ruled and I reasoned that I shopping mall would very quickly produce a grub outlet. Wrong!!! There was, admittedly a Sainsbury’s supermarket right there at the entrance but I preferred somewhere where I could sit down. The further I penetrated into this vast complex the less likely it seemed that I would find one. Eventually however, instead of clothes and mobile phone shops I found a small restaurant mall and as I was by this time famished, I walked straight into a burger king and had one of their offerings. Not exactly comparable to my lamb-shank of earlier but it hit the spot.

Now to embark on that remaining few hours of rail travel to reach home feeling knackered but with memories of a good experience of Wiltshire and with a determination to return an explore in greater detail.