As was noted some time previous, the initial plan for this holiday came from a simple desire: to travel on a sleeper train. Once in plentiful supply, only two such services now remain: the Night Rivera, on which one can snooze one’s way to the West Country; and the Caledonian Sleeper, for people who prefer to approach Scotland with their eyes shut. Both destinations appealed to me, but with Scotland offering itself as an entire country in which my hand had never set foot, it was decided, relatively early in proceedings, that the Caledonian would be my sleeper of choice for this trip. Continue reading
This is part three of #numberunspecified. If you’re joining at this point, you may wish to backtrack slightly to parts one and two. Equally, you may not. Bear in mind, though, that there may be a quiz.
One of the advantages of living here in deepest Wales is that our local train service is unencumbered by that blight on urban travel: the morning peak. Back in Norfolk, one would be left with the conundrum of whether to pay extra for the privilege of travelling up the Fen Line nice and early, or else lose a great big chunk of the morning waiting for the cheap seats to come along. Not so here at the end of the Cambrian Line, as we tend to have mercifully few commuters this side of Newtown. And so it was that I caught the 0514 Arriva Trains Wales service from Aberystwyth that delightful, soggy Saturday morning to begin my rather circuitous route to Newcastle-under-Lyme. Continue reading