Ha ha! Instead of trying to catch the coach, we decided to opt for the train. Or let’s be honest: Sonja was the one who came up with the idea.

So we’re back on schedule, traveling on a Virgin Megatrain (well how could I know what they call it!) towards Cheltenham Spa. This train, tho, is awful. It’s sub-B-class, if even that. The first choo-choo was much nicer, a Western something or other.

I feel like I need a shower.