Sundays aren’t the best for rail travel, but I visit perhaps Scotland’s most beautiful station, ride on a bus and a ferry, visit an old-fashioned sea-side and fuss a smelly dog at a real community pub.
After a ridiculously early start I enjoy the best fish and chips ever, cross a very impressive bridge and realise that my trouble-free record when travelling in previous years may not be sustained.
I discovered a service I didn’t know existed, so they cancelled it. I came home via Wales and met an old friend after travelling by District Line train in Bedfordshire.