We schlepped our way up to the Isle of Mull via the Caledonian Sleeper to Glasgow. I made the instantly-recognisable mistake of not paying the extra for a berth, and we endured a sleep-free night of uncomfortable restlessness. Despite what the gentleman on the booking line might think, you cannot sleep in the seats.
On the journey home, we had berths, and the whole experience was much more enjoyable. I’d not hesitate to travel on the sleeper again.
It’s enormous though – there wasn’t quite room in my brain for just how long the train was. Seeing it waiting on the platform is quite a sight. I regressed to childhood right there and then, with the big eyes and wide-open mouth.