I think I have successfully gone through the transition from being nocturnal to being diurnal - we'll see later on.

Everything is packed and I'm ready to go but I have an almost overwhelming urge to eat a full English breakfast! I don't know where it's come from and it's not something I usually go in for but it's a craving worthy of a pregnant woman. There is something special about the subtle blend of grease and meat by-products that can be so seductive, a seduction that is sadly lacking from a piece of toast, cereal or even buttered croissants.

So, why am I blogging when I could be eating? Good question! I'm putting it down to restraint but I think the current plan will be to jump into the shower, grab the last remaining essentails and then hit the local cafe for some chewy splodge.

Information about the rest of the morning and the following train journey will go here:

Actually, no it won't...