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Veteran Member
For me, nothing was better than leaving London Euston on a weekday morning Virgin Pendolino, sat my usual First Class window seat under the pantograph at the back of Coach H, table for two on the right, forward-facing with a nice long view of the carriage.
The Onyx motors kick in and the Pendolino makes its trademark ghost-like oooooohhh whine as it begins to accelerate very rapidly. A host comes through with a kettle in each hand, one tea, one coffee, and pours whichever one I fancied into my china mug. Another comes through with the big wicker bakery basket and puts a croissant and brown toast on my china plate, with marmalade.
I've ordered my eggs Benedict and can smell it coming even though it's being cooked in another carriage. By the time it comes, the 390 is at 125mph and tilting its full eight degrees - one window has beautiful countryside, the other you can only see the sky. The bacon is crispy, the hollandaise rich and glossy, and the egg is perfectly poached. It pairs very nicely with the cloudy apple juice they bring me.
I recline the seat and prop my legs up on my jacket which is on the unoccupied facing seat, take out my laptop in case I later feel like doing some writing, then enjoy 4.5 hours of total comfort on the fast ride up to Glasgow. Usually it would have only been £12 to be in first, thanks to Seatfrog. I miss this so much.
The Onyx motors kick in and the Pendolino makes its trademark ghost-like oooooohhh whine as it begins to accelerate very rapidly. A host comes through with a kettle in each hand, one tea, one coffee, and pours whichever one I fancied into my china mug. Another comes through with the big wicker bakery basket and puts a croissant and brown toast on my china plate, with marmalade.
I've ordered my eggs Benedict and can smell it coming even though it's being cooked in another carriage. By the time it comes, the 390 is at 125mph and tilting its full eight degrees - one window has beautiful countryside, the other you can only see the sky. The bacon is crispy, the hollandaise rich and glossy, and the egg is perfectly poached. It pairs very nicely with the cloudy apple juice they bring me.
I recline the seat and prop my legs up on my jacket which is on the unoccupied facing seat, take out my laptop in case I later feel like doing some writing, then enjoy 4.5 hours of total comfort on the fast ride up to Glasgow. Usually it would have only been £12 to be in first, thanks to Seatfrog. I miss this so much.
