Shri Mataji came everywhere with us in the 1970’s. It was a long time before we actually had a car for Her to travel in. Before that She went everywhere by tube with us. We would stand in one of the aisles, Shri Mataji would be explaining something and we would have our hands towards Her.
When we went to Weston-Super-Mare in western England, we all went on the train together. We didn’t understand how to look after Mother or anything. She was endlessly, endlessly patient.