The train takes a little over an hour, but off peak is only £6 each way, and its quite pleasant scenery, including a recreational area with canal boats. Alexander picks us up and takes us back to their new house - happily typical of Alexander to acquire a country cottage that is also high tech, with a skylight that closes by sensor when it rains and a robot that cuts the grass. Beautiful garden and a light, airy interior. Happy to see Flora, though her health is clearly pretty fragile. Walking with a cane and blood transfusions every three weeks, which doesn't seem to be quite often enough. They say the nearest hospitable is truly excellent though.
A makes us very good cappuccinos and then we're off to the Queen's Head, their excellent local. Seventeenth century, in part at least, and they make their own bread and soup. Nice brown ale as well. A drops us at the station before taking F to the hospital for blood tests. There's an announcement that our train isn't stopping here (Whittlesford Parkway) but fortunately it's wrong. So many stations now have no live staff that it must be very difficult to resolve problems. So home via Central Line by supper.