Catching the night train to the Scottish Highlands | Travel | The Guardian
Sometimes you have to get out. Leave. Exit. Dulled by routine, the spirit yearns for a quick escape. The four walls of the overfamiliar local pub – in my case the Dog House in Kennington – begin to close in. Nothing changes, when so much needs to change. It’s time for a decisive departure, a bold
break-out, uncomplicated by check-in queues, baggage checks and the tawdry pleasures of airport shopping. When does the next night-train leave? ...
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