Caledonian Sleeper

The evening breeze caused my white hankerchief to flutter. I raised it in a salute of fond farewell to my beloved, while her train slowly eased out of the station.

Well, something like that.

The 'sleeper' from Fort William to Euston isn't particularly well named as far as Liz is concerned. She finds it very hard to sleep on board.

It's not the noise, she says, but the bumps and shunts during the early hours of the morning.

Still, it's an easier way to get to London for work than driving to Glasgow, flying to Heathrow, then catching the train. And it's not for too long.

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