Silly Ewe proclaimed the adverts at London Euston station some months ago. They featured a sheep who was buying their train ticket at the station, whilst the 'Clever You' man was busy saving up to 43% by booking his tickets in advance! Yay for him!
Holidays. They always seem to involve rushing about. And it starts with rushing to the airport. Then rushing to security. Then rushing through the gate because security have held everyone up so long that your flight is on final call. Oh and there's an elderly woman pushing a pram in the way.
Sorry to drag you back to the world of railways and trains again, however today I tried once more to get some seat reservations for the annual trip up north on the old Virgin Train.
That title up there is what my batch of train tickets that arrived from The Trainline today, proudly proclaims. Three separate trains, on two different days during Christmas, on three different train companies. And no seat.
Here's a question. Where is "The North"? The question came up in my mind whilst thinking about booking train tickets for the dreaded Christmas cross-country train trip in order that I might sit in a different house eating food, watching TV and drinking beer, instead of doing it in my own.
A journey up to Manchester on Friday gave me my first chance to try one of Virgin's new Pendolino trains which are now running up and down the West Coast Mainline.