I used to abhor getting on trains. The control freak inside me thought that there was no possible way that it was a good idea to let three hundred tonnes of heavy machinery hurtle at one hundred miles an hour on two narrow strips of metal.
Now, after getting on the train everyday for work has created a familiarity; it has brought a certain pleasure. This morning, feeling the heat of the sun pour onto my legs through the window whilst we lazily trundle towards our destination; I don't think I could possibly feel any more comfortable or content.