The Sleeper to Euston

AFter a curry in Fort William, I boarded the sleeper for London around 19:30 and it left on time at 19:50.  Or should I say it left for Edinburgh, where the various coaches from all parts of Scotland were joined up into one long train for London.

I had a whisky before I retired and slept soundly until Crewe.  This was despite the fact that the steward had told me, I’d got the worst berth in the carriage over the bogie and I would have difficulty sleeping.  The next thing I remember was being woken with my breakfast.  As a coeliac, I just had the coffee and the juice, but actually, I wasn’t that hungry, as I’d eaten well in Scotland.

So would I tske the sleeper again?

Perhaps this one, but I doubt I’ll take the one we did as a family with a car to the South of France.  I didn’t sleep well on that and spent most of the trip trying to find out where I was.  But at least C and myself christened the berth.

The third sleeper was again with C on the Eastern and Oriental Express from Bangkok to Butterworth for Penang.  That was a memorable trip, but it’s probably one I wouldn’t risk for some years.

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