And the vibration of the stationary train at Leamington Spa is not helping the distressed state of my bladder. Shortly I will sign off, so thank you if you have read any of my musings today. I have been tapping away on my new tablet which has a keyboard. Hence the lack of spelling and…

I am thinking about humming to distract myself. His Nibs has already been serenading the carriage with the Postman Pat theme and a running commentary on all signs of new builds which are his current obsession. We could be a two man train bound vaudeville act at this rate. His Nibs likes a good sing-song.…

I have got to the stage of being in some discomfort as more and more people pile onto this train, further blocking the passage to the loo and struggling to stay upright as we sway gently southbound. I am now obsessing about whether it is worth finding a bog at the station or waiting to…

That is the question. The corridor outside the loo is jam packed with people and their suitcases. Getting to the loo will be an exercise in tripping over other people’s stuff and apologizing profusely to all and sundry. I hate train loos with almost as much passion as I hate loos on planes. Why does…

We are now trundling down South, passing through a small station called Barlaston without stoping. Not sure how far we have got but the brilliant blue sunshine of the North is giving way to a bitty snow storm which is doing its best to settle. The flakes are mean and small, rather than the big…

Today we knocked an item off my personal bucket list. We are up t’North in pursuit of football and seeing friends and relatives. Skirting round the copious Christmas/New Year rail replacement services I hit upon the marvelous idea of parking ourselves in Leeds for two nights, from whence we have sallyed forth to Carlisle to…