Driving me nuts

Waking up in a quiet neighbourhood in Central London was a very nice feeling. Brekky down, I ventured around the corner to Euston Station for a stretch of the legs and to find exactly where to get the train from.

Got back to the hotel and we were ready to go. We dropped our suitcases at a holding station to make things a bit easier. Choo choo we are off to Wigan! Three hours on the Virgin Train service.

The train is ridiculously long. We were allocated seats in the second carriage from the front, it took us five minutes to walk from the concourse to the train door! The train shot out of Euston and goes very, very fast. Oh look, there's Wembley Stadium in the distance...

We changed trains at Wigan to hop to Bolton. The local trains run on diesel and look like something out of a 1950's movie. Even sitting in the car you got a good whiff of diesel.

Short walk to our hotel. I've booked a car for our day here. We walked all the way to the Thrifty depot, all set to go until they ask for a copy of my flight ticket. I didn't have it on me. It's in my big suitcase in London. 

I had shoved it in there after giving it to Border Control at Heathrow. They want it to know when I leave the UK...who knows why. I had an hour to get back to the hotel, find the flights on my email, email it to Thrifty and get back to the car hire. 2kms away. Made it easily.

I booked a Hyundai i30 "or similar", it's what I drive at home. I was given a huge shock when she said "your BMW 320 is waiting outside; it's brand new too." My jaw dropped. Gotta love free upgrades.

We drove around town for a squizz. UK roads are known for being narrow but being in a city it's ok. However lanes multiply and go back to a single lane with no warning or signage, pretty scary! Very happy to get back to the hotel.

A look around town tomorrow; enjoying and not crashing the BMW...