But of course, this is Saturday. I'm not entirely sure why Saturday precludes bacon on Cross Country, but in the event of my empty stomach rumbling on an ever-increasing decibel level, I scan the small print. Such delicacies are only on offer to weekday travellers.
Instead, I am afforded a (small) bottle of sparkling water as my only memoir of my increased premium.
Indeed, the ubiquitous trolley appears an hour later - it would seem the standard class had their option for eats first.....
The trolley is indeed a fickle feature of a Cross Country journey. I used he service twice last week and in one direction no sign at all but a suspicion that the beast was present but in its lair in Coach F receiving visitors. Yet on the way back a cheery and regular patrol. Sadly the selection is a bit limited for those of us in steerage - almost all snack type purvey of crisps and chocolate bars.
ReplyDeleteOccasionally a real famine hits, when a trolley goes off the Edinburgh (or further North) train at Leeds, and one finds great popularity if you have spare cartons of orange juice.....or cans of stronger stuff.