I was thinking about 7/7 today and this came up in my FB memories from 2015:

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10 years ago I was on my way to West London to start a new job. My route took me from Cambridge to Kings Cross then the Metropolitan and Piccadilly lines.

When I got to London KX, the tube stations had just been shut down,

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so I headed to Euston to see if they were OK, they were also closed. I decided to catch a bus, so headed toward Bedford Square to find one, as I did I called my new boss to tell him I would be late on my first day

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Luckily, he was watching the news, and he told me that there had been a major incident on the tube and that the police were advising people not to travel. He told me to sit tight and not come into work. Because of that, I didn't get a bus, I got a coffee instead.

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As we learnt more about the bombs that had gone off, I went to get a train back to Cambridge. There were no trains running. I had another coffee. I went to find a hotel, thinking that I might be stuck in London.

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The hotels were full or charging ridiculous amounts of money to stay. I had another coffee. The phone network wasn't working so I couldn't ring home. So I decided to walk out of London. And it turned out that 1000's of others had made the same decision.

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I joined a human train walking through North London, a quiet procession of commuters all heading out of town together. People were helping each other with directions, carrying suitcases for each other and quietly supporting each other.

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A few miles out, and I got a phone signal, and managed to call my Brother David Dicks who I knew was working in Hertfordshire. Half an hour later he pulled up in his works van with a colleague and took me home.

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I vividly remember that day, not for the bombs or the fear, but for the nature of the crowds that filed out of London, refusing to be scared and helping each other.

ends