a day of queues

A long while back when T4 first announced it's intention to host T4 on the beach in Weston, it was predicted that traffic into the small sea-side resort would be horrendous. So I had no intention of driving, despite the fact it only takes about 20 minutes. What could complete the day more for the kids than a train journey..... Wrong!
We arrived at Temple Meads in plenty of time. Platform 12 was already chocka with people, but we found a space at the front ready to jump on and find a seat. The air was beginning to heat up, the city had little air and I inwardly groaned at the prospect of spending the day in that heat.
We waited about 20 minutes. In that time the platform had become packed. Loud and noisy. People with tiny ones in pushchairs (crazy) groups of kids.
The train was expected at 11.00. At ten past it was announced that a train would be going through the station, it wasn't stopping and WAS NOT our train. Everyone stood back for a speeding train. A train did approach. An old wessex train, rusty and dirty. It was going fairy fast and suddenly stopped. There was a minutes quiet then people grabbed the door handles and piled on, pushing and shoving. We stood there. I thought, but it says that's not our train.
Turned out BR had conned us. It was our train and by the time we got on there was no room except in the door ways crammed like sardines. A woman got on behind us with a pushchair, a two year old walking and a very blonde 4 year old. Now no-one could breath at all.
We took off. Abby and Shaly felt faint. It was then announced that we had to make two MORE stops at Nailsea and Yatton. OMG.
I found a seat, a very miserable looking 12 year old boy didn't want anyone sitting by him. I sat by him. His friends jeered with laughter. "She only wants to sit by you" one of them jeered "not shag you".
"He's never had a shag" one laughed. "Not like you, you started at age 12" another remarked.
I closed my eyes and groaned. The carriage heated up. There seemed to be no-one wanting to get on at Nailsea but Yatton was awful. There were hundreds. How the heck they got on I will never know. There were people stood up all through the train. It was unbearable, the heat was overpowering. People were looking red and had sweat pouring off them.
Then we arrived at Weston. To one tiny exit. One woman took tickets. A few trains arrived at once and all of a sudden thousands swarmed the exit all pushing and miserable. They were hot, sweaty and pissed off.
As the girls were stood in the doorway we were quite quickly off and only waited about 15 minutes to get through the exit. Good job as Shaly nearly fainted.
We made our way pronto to Tesco. We needed to get food and spend time by the freezers!
After a cooling off period we started our walk. The walk from the train station to the t4 entrance with the midday sun beating down on us, took an hour.
But when we got to the entrance we stood and gasped. The gates had been opened about 3/4 hour but there were still thousands queuing. So we got to the back of the queue. At that moment if I could have I'd have gone home. But I was hot, tired and pissy. Every so often a breeze from the ocean wafted over us and there was a collective crowd sigh of pleasure.
We chatted to our fellow sufferers, we put suncream on each others backs, we all moaned bitterly when the security guards made us chuck away our bottles of drink WTF? On that hot day? Are they stupid?
After one hour we got in. Relief and finally bliss. We found a space. We sat down and I slept. The sea breeze began to take effect. The sea was coming in and with it cool air. I laid there with ace music, sea and sand and was happy.