Last week I was watching Great British Railway Journeys on BBC2, which was set in Liverpool. I could see the Liverpool Lime Street station, which I was going through every morning and evening for my commute. I have been missing Liverpool recently, for other reasons. I have also been missing other places, and then it struck me: what I am longing for is a slow, long train journey, from South to North, stopping at all these places I want to revisit. I consider that often the journey matters more than the arrival, especially by train.
I would probably have to make a connection in dreaded London, but hopefully it would not be for long. Then up to Liverpool for a day, where I would visit the places I used to walk daily. Then the next day I would go up to a long overdue pilgrimage in Manchester. Then the next day, up to Scotland, for another long overdue visit. Then after a few days, I would do the slow return home. But I think I feel more at home up in the North, in those places I visited and want to visit again, than in the South.
And of course, inbetween, there would be the long, slow train journey. I like it long and slow, when I can be comfortable and when I can stop somewhere to stretch my legs. I would bring a good stash of books to keep me company and bring the iPod with me for some music. And I would be set.
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