Trains. Wonderful creatures, beasts of great power and strength. Having taken two rather long train journeys (journey upcountry and back, it might be called) I can rejoice in the technical wonder that trains are. Sure, an airplane might have been quicker; a bus *might* have been cheaper (usually it is not), but trains have something different. Trains are comfortable. More so than buses and airplanes.
Plus, the views… The east coast journey is a good one : from Newcastle up to Edinburgh itself the sights to be seen are great. I can just imagine what the more northern coastal line (Inverness-Aberdeen-Edinburgh) looks like, but it cannot be any disappointment if the southern section can be taken as a measure.
And the bridges… Some of them make me think of the times they were built in, of the hardships people had to endure in the name of development and advancement. The two large rivers I crossed were the Tyne and the Tweed, and both of them had a fair number of bridges besides the main railway one. Makes you think of humans.
Can just hope it is not too long until an affordable train ride connects Londres with capitals in the Baltics (although it is probably possible even now to follow a route that goes along the lines of London – Paris – Berlin – Warsawa – …).
And I read (now in English) the great master Sienkiewicz’s books. Aside from the awful anglicization it was great. :=) As expected.
“How could you hold out?” asked the chancellor, with an accent of doubt.
At these words, Skrzetuski raised his head, as if new power entered him. A flash of pride passed over his face, and he answered with a voice strong beyond expectations: “Twenty assaults repelled, sixteen battles in the field won, seventy-five sallies.”