En route home from the Isle of Wight, I found Portsmouth surprisingly difficult to tear myself away from. Though that was largely because a station fire knocked out the trains for four hours. But spare time in a city is never a problem with a bike, so I spent the hiatus enjoyably exploring the city’s naval quarter and the seafront cycle path.
And when I got back to the train station and found the trains not yet quite running again, I was pleased to find it had a very good waiting room.
Well, a Wetherspoons, anyway.