Many people have told me that train travel in Europe is the way to go. Having taken the train under many circumstances now, I am going to say they are right IF you are not towing a huge suitcase.
Traveling from Preston to London should have been an easy thing. Getting the tickets was simple enough. I discovered that I had to travel to Euston Station even though I wanted to go to Waterloo. That wasn't tragic, just inconvenient. I knew once I got into London proper, I could take the tube anywhere I needed to go.
The problems occurred when I didn't make a mistake with my tickets this time. I booked a second class ticket not realizing that my suitcase was bigger than the aisle. Hey, I was going to LIVE in London for the summer. I needed a lot of stuff. In any case, I couldn't freely move into the train with my huge bag. Plus, travelling on a Monday, as I did, was miserable because everyone and his brother was on the train going into London. Finally, in frustration, I just plopped my bag down in the connection between cars and sat on it. I could have reserved a seat, but I chose not to. The conductor, who was a gem, came by and by rearranging some of the other passengers' belongings, I was able to finally fit into the car. Three hours to London sitting in the connector would have been a lousy way to go.
I am not one to talk incessantly during travel, so I was pleasantly ensconsed in a seat next to a steroetypical Londoner--firmly seated behind his newspaper for the eintre journey. There was a nice little snack car and a trolley that went down the aisle. Both were a little pricey but convenient. The bathrooms were miniscule.
All in all, once the initial issues were solved, getting to London was easy as could be expected.
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