First we had to get across town to the station, and then park our bikes. This was no easy task as there are only a handful of bike stands available, which seems odd.
We had got there far too early of course, just missing the train before ours. After buying our tickets we had to lie down and recover from the shock, but unfortunately the nice waiting room was locked. Just as well that Mrs F had me to protect her against strange men - and there were one or two around.
After half an hour's journey, during which the ticket collector (conductor? guard? - David N will know as he's a qualified railway signalman) managed to remember everyone who had already had their tickets checked, we emerged into the sunlit uplands of Ranelagh Road