Day 15 - To Edinburgh on the Eastern

I struggle out the door Monday morning, dropping my laptop for good luck, luckily it's encased in several layers. King's Cross Station is crowded - and rather for dirty for London, which is on the whole a very clean city without litter or graffiti, comparable to Singapore.

The Eastern train to Edinburgh departs promptly. Forty-five minutes later I casually look out the window and realise we're going rather fast - trains on the East Coast Main Line travel up to 200km an hour. Certainly there are some oppressive looking towns along the way, with row after row of dark red brick double story houses. They all look so similar that without numbers I don't know how you'd tell which is yours - perhaps the house with the home sweet home sign above the doorway.

I highly recommend this trip for the bridges, castles, countryside and hamlets. For some reason there's lobbying to install more highspeed trains in Great Britain, although the current system seems more than adequate. Imagine what high speed trains would do for the Australian economy and Australian lifestyles? Like those police officers working at St James, you could live regionally and work centrally. The faded man next to me disembarks at Newcastle, and from there I have a spectcular window view, especially after we reach the coastline.