Train travel is romantic in a way that car travel will never be. The railway is quintessentially English; quiet, intricate, small but unknowable. One journey is particularly special me – the one up the west coast mainline from London to the northern Lake District. It’s like a travelogue of England whizzing past your window, from the sprawl of London, through the heart of the urban Midlands and into Lancashire.
Past the towns of Wigan and Preston, the landscape starts to thin out. You go over the River Lune at Lancaster and begin the climb into a completely different world, as industrial Lancashire give way to the mountains.

By then you’re by Shap, which is 1,000 feet up and makes your ears pop as you go past. It has fantastic views across the Pennines – on a clear day you can see as far as Scotland or the isle of Man. After that, you begin to drop down into Penrith, which is always a welcome sign for me, because I associate Penrith with good pubs and restaurants. And that’s where I get off.
The journey takes about 3½ hours from London Euston to Penrith, from US$56 single with Virgin Trains.