Train experiment complete

The week long transference to public transport was a success.

On four out of five commuting days I caught trains which were on time, had spare seats. Newspapers (Metro) were provided and only on one journey were there topless, skinny lads swigging lager.

I enjoyed the two mile each way walks and feel a lot better for them than sitting stressed out in a traffic jam. (Also lost 2lbs as well which is good as foodiesarah is in danger of being fattiesarah).

So far so good. But what of that one day I didn’t get the train?

Well that was Wednesday and Wednesday was a glorious sunny day.

At the risk of sound like Clarkson‘s little sister,  Wednesday was the type of day soft top cars were invented for and it just seemed criminal to leave “Baby” on the drive and trudge off to the station.

(And yes I am one of those saddos who named their car but at least the name does have a certain irony. Those wanna-be grandparent conversations stopped after the purchase of a two seater.)

Also I had an appointment out of the office so had  to take the car to work. Of course. The drive through the hills with the sun beating down listening to my favourite music in a delicious half hour before being deskbound had nothing to do with it.

So, yes the train is a perfectly viable form of transport from where I live to where I work. Lesson learned.

But public transport will never give that opportunity for spontaneous enjoyment that only a form of personal transport (be it bike, car, bicycle) can provide.

Whether the extortionate financial and growing environmental cost of motoring makes that a increasingly guilty pleasure remains to be seen.