I think you've now convinced me to go cross-country, Gamla! Thanks for that excellent guide, I'll look into that. I love train journeys - ages since I've been on one. The best was back in the late 1950s when we (Mum, Dad, me) were living in Lusaka, Zambia (then Northern Rhodesia). My dad's job with NR Govt. meant six months' leave every three years, so went by coal-fired chuffer the 2,500 miles from Lusaka to Port Elizabeth, South Africa, to there catch one of the Union Castle Line ships back 'home' to Southampton (two weeks at sea). The journey took four days and we passed through some superb scenery and through fascinating villages. However, at the major South African station of De Aar, we had to get off the train while some sort of shunting dance took place. My mother looked round to see my father being shunted out of the station, on board, she thought, back to Lusaka! Cue bug-eyed frantic appeal to the guard to "Stop that train!" He laughed and said not to worry, he'd be back in a few minutes. (It was almost half an hour.) Apparently, the train went off onto a turntable in the distance, was spun round, and brought back onto the onward line. In the meantime, my dad inveigled himself onto the footplate and thoroughly enjoyed the trip back in. He adored anything with wheels - motorbikes, cars, huge trucks, trains.. !