It’s really no secret that train travel is one of my favourite ways to experience Europe.
Trains give you the opportunity to take in the scenery as you zip along; trains let you peek into towns, villages and communities that you would have otherwise missed; and trains let you sit back comfortably while watching the world fly by.
Over the last 19 months, we had the opportunity to experience so many different parts of Europe by rail, and I’ve shared my love of these journies more than a few times (most recently here), but none have been as impressive as our recent trip to Edinburgh.
It was just past three when the train pulled out of the station in Leeds. I was comfortably sat in my chair with my book in my lap, but I had no intention of reading it. This was the first time we were really travelling north of Leeds and I had every intention of taking it all in as we went.
But it just wasn’t meant to be.
Thanks to the northern latitude and the cruel winter sun, we weren’t far passed York when dusk set in. Less than an hour into our journey and you would have thought it was midnight, not prevening.
The train chugged along up the coast, through the countryside, passed towns and villages, but I could see nothing but my own reflection in the window.
So much for seeing more of the North. I was disappointed, but am happy to say that the ride back more than made up for it.
After a fantastic, but cold weekend of exploring the gothic gem that is Edinburgh we were back on the train. The plush seats of the Virgin coach felt divine after two solid days of navigating the cobblestone streets through gale force winds and rain. We left just an hour earlier than our previous journey, but it made a world of difference.
For the majority of the three-hour journey, my nose was glued to the window as the train whizzed along the coast. Waved crashed up against the rocks and cliffs, and the North Sea looks cold and choppy, but there I sat, warm, comfortable and dry, admiring the natural beauty around me; the seaside, the cliffs, and the golf courses that popped up along the way (we were in Scotland afterall!)
Mid-way through the journey, the train veered east and the landscape changed drastically. No longer were we teetering along cliffs and beside the sea, but we were headed inland. The track surrounded by charming towns and quaint villages all aglow; house lights and street lamps illuminated our path as the train twisted and turned through the countryside.
The sun was completely behind the horizon when the train pulled back into Leeds station. I stood up and tucked my book back into my bag, thankfully it had remained unopened on this leg of the journey.
Taking the train is one of my favourite ways to travel: they’re comfortable, convenient, and the views will take your breath away! Thanks to GoEuro, a fantastic website that lets me book train trips all over Europe, I’m able to experience all my favourite cities in the most fabulous way. So, what are you waiting for? Why not take your breath away and book a trip from London to Edinburgh.
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