I have the pleasant task of commuting to Bath everyday; a lovely spa town an hour from my home city of Salisbury. Most days I catch a lift with a co-worker to save money (train travel is NOT cheap in the UK) but occasionally I take the train.
I had the opportunity to take the train twice this week due to my usual car share being off work for a couple of days. As much as daily commuters to my office moan (a lot!) about the trains, I actually find it quite nice. I can read a book on the way to work; something I can’t do in a car unless I want to feel ill. Yes, the journey home on the train can be a bit of a trial; cramped and always just a few minutes late, but the morning journey is almost peaceful. I like my journey into work to be chilled and not too loud. In the car, the music isn’t always to my taste and then there’s the road rage which happens whether you’re a driver or a passengers (at least to me anyway). It’s a little stressful to say the least. Even if the train home is crammed full of sweaty people, I can still zone out a little with a good book while propped up against the luggage rack until a seat opens up.
I can actually get a lot of reading done in the hour journey, probably because of the lack of distractions. Being on a train is a means to an end; how we get from A to B and everyone there is in the same position. Some are alone, some with family or friends, but all are trying to get somewhere. It’s very easy to lose yourself in a book surrounded by the monotony of dull chatter and the hum of the train, landscapes passing by and the sea of nameless faces that fleetingly come and go.
There will come a day when I have to make the decision to either drive myself everyday or get the train. Cost aside, I am almost looking forward to it and when it finally comes I don’t think I will mind one bit. Of course I may change my mind when I experience the rare but inevitable cancelled morning train but I’ll keep you posted on that one.