Making Tracks

Earlier this year I travelled by Caledonian Sleeper train from London to Fort William with a friend. We boarded the train at 8.30 on a Sunday evening, ordered a glass of bubbles each to our cabin – sadly the Club Car was still out of bounds due to the pandemic – had a celebratory toast and then settled down for a relaxing read in our bunks before being rocked to sleep by the motion of the train.

The next thing I knew, I woke to the exclaim: “Sally, Sally, there are deer!” as my by-now very excitable friend, pointed to the window.

Dragging my groggy self out of bed to the window to join her, I looked out as we passed deer after deer as the railway line crossed Rannoch Moor and I smiled. It was Anna’s first time on a Sleeper, so her excitement