The time finally came today to go home from France on the train. When we got to the station early this morning in Avignon it was pouring down with rain; the TGV appeared through the mist and on we got towards Paris.
It was an epic journey, we changed in Paris on the metro and had lunch at the eurostar cafe before crossing the channel. When we got into the tunnel itself, we shook hands and I bought a eurostar muffin.
Upon arrival in London we had two hours to burn so we went to Oxford Street and had a look around there; I forgot it was sales time and the place was heaving. We popped into John Lewis and all of a sudden I turned around and what did I see; the set of TV's filmed during the extras Christmas special only the other week, that very scene was there in front of my eyes for real.
We then went home to Stafford on the train; for such a long and exciting journey the picture of the day is rather sad but it is important to note that the trains simply weren't that interesting really; you had to be there.
So, plane or train? Well, the plane is quicker and usually costs less but I was beginning to become seriously fed up with the queueing and the endless security checks. The train ride cost the same as a plane ticket this time (it must be said that it usually quite a lot more expensive) and it took quite a long time (all day) but we barely ever stopped. Yes, there were two passport checks and an X-ray scan on the eurostar, but the total queueing time still only totted up to about five minutes; including the time it took to get a sandwich.
Put frankly, I liked the train more; you get to see some countryside (even though France is quite dull centrally) and you always feel like you're going somewhere, there's no sitting around on runways or faffing around waiting for bags which, short of a robbery, don't get lost on the train either.