So, down thy hill, romantic Ashbourn, glides The Derby dilly, carrying six insides.

Dear Madam, I think it long ſince I wrote, and ſometimes venture to hope that you think it long too. The intermiſſion has been filled with ſpaſms, opiates, ſleepleſs nights, and heavy days. Theſe vellications or my breaſt ſhorten my breath; whether they will much ſhorten my life I know not, but I have been for ſome time paſt very comfortleſs.

They enjoyed music from a live saxophonist during the journey before visiting Braintree Town Hall for refreshments and Christmas cake.

It will be noted that pre-grouping routes between London and Scotland are no longer sacrosanct—for example, Glasgow St. Enoch trains no longer run necessarily to St. Pancras.