Richmond – Weybridge – Kingston – Richmond
One thing you learn really quickly travelling on the National Rail network is that moving along the arteries is a piece of cake. What this means is getting to London is easy, and getting to anywhere is easy if is has a direct line with London, so Birmingham, Newcastle, Glasgow, Bristol. Sadly, if you want to go across country things rapidly become much less convenient.
The same principle applies in London itself, particularly in the leafy, Good Life suburbs.
Today we were off to a wedding in Weybridge which is almost an hour away by train once you’ve been into London and out again, assuming no pit-falls or cock-ups. Much easier, though more expensive, is a twenty minute taxi ride. With the benefit of the wisdom gained from my most recent taxi journey I decided to try these new Volkswagens.
The difference is profound. Having a much lower centre of gravity means I don’t feel like I’m holding on for dear life and best of all, I can actually see out of the windows. Sadly there was absolutely nothing worth looking at during the twenty minute journey.
Equally, the journey to the reception in Kingston afterwards was a joy. OK, maybe I exaggerate, but my expectation had now been reset which I’m sure will come back and bite me in the backside in the future. Yes, it did cost me a premium but money can buy happiness after all.
For the final leg of the journey we returned home on the good, old-fashioned, reliable and predictable Kingston loop, which is beginning to feel reassuring, like an old pair of well worn socks.