I’m in the ‘Club Car’ for breakfast and I’ve brought a spy thriller book to read, but there’s no chance of me reading a single sentence.
Not with scenery as spectacular as this.
I’m at a particularly nailbiting moment in the tome, too, but the breathtaking Scottish wilderness rolling past the north-bound Caledonian Sleeper I’m on keeps my eyes glued to the window.
The notion of ‘world’s greatest train journey’ comes to mind as cloud-crowned mountains loom all around. Cliched.