I’ve done the Cardiff to London stint a lot over the years. A lot.
In case you didn’t know, my husband’s from South East London and so when we left Swansea University we did the long distance thing for a while. Yep. I’m over-rehearsed in the whole Megabus routine; you know, getting there extra early to make sure you’re at the head of the queue for a window seat (…oh and then donning your headphones and pretending to be asleep as soon your butt hits the seat to minimize the probability of having someone sit next to you), and then that long lug up the street from Victoria Coach Station to Victoria Train Station. I’ve driven plenty of times too, the M4 and I go way back; Membury is my favourite Services in case you’re wondering (they’ve got a Subway, y’know), and I’m so used to spending an irritating five minutes re-tuning my radio at Swindon that I’ve got a switch-over station programmed into it now. Oh yes. Back when I moved to London, I started to take the train home to see my family instead. Yeah, it’s quicker (by about 45 minutes), but unless you book months in advance it’s really expensive, and there’ll be swarms of pigeons waiting to welcome you on the platform at Paddington.
Well, now there’s another way. Last week Sunny’s Mum turned 60, so instead jumping in the car and hitting the M4, I decided to fly to London instead. No pigeons, no traffic, no pretending to sleep. I felt very fancy pants 🙂