Slow Train To Liverpool
On Saturday, I’m flying out from Liverpool to Gdansk in Poland to start one of my home runs by train back to London.
You might argue why I’m starting from Liverpool rather than one of the London airports.
It’s because I’m seeing Ipswich Town play their last away match of the season at Burnley and it seems logical to take a flight from the more convenient Liverpool Airport.
I had thought, it would be easy to get a train between Burnley and Liverpool, as I’ve driven the route in the 1960s and it must have taken about two hours in my 1950s-vintage Morris Minor. So surely, there must be a train in about that time to speed me on my way, with a change at Preston.
If I was to do it today, I can do the journey in two hours and eight minutes with just that single change, but on Saturday, it’s a journey of two and a half hours changing at both Preston and Ormskirk. At least I end up in Liverpool at the station nearest to Carluccio’s, so there should be just time for a good late lunch and then a taxi to the Airport, from the rank next to the restaurant.
Fifty years on, we don’t seem to have made much progress!
Although things should get better in the next few years, as the Northern Hub spreads its electric tentacles.
The Anonymous Widower 
That sounds fun! I hope you have a good time
Comment by Candy Blackham | April 24, 2014 |
Come with me! I need someone to carry my bag, fill my bath and taste my food!
Comment by AnonW | April 24, 2014 |
We used to live in Burnley, quite near to Turf Moore, our older daughter was born there. It looks grim, but the people were lovely, and we seriously considered moving there when we came back up North, but the Burnley to Stockport journey was awful in rush hour traffic
Comment by nosnikrapzil | April 24, 2014 |