I chatted to the train guard, telling him how much I loved the east coast rail service and that I travelled on it on a near-weekly basis. He confirmed that it was the best route in Britain.
I was on my way to a wedding in Port Cobain, South Wales. I nearly missed my stop. This was because I struggled so much to get my my jacket and coat on, and to lift my rucksack over my shoulders. My arthritis was so debilitating.