Stop moaning!

Firstly you are on a train, it is at least making some paltry effort to take you vaguely to your desired destination. This is an option rarely open to us lucky country folk.

Secondly, there are no diversion signs to follow righteously only to find they cease abruptly in the backstreets of Hereford.

Thirdly, no-one, however unfortunate, has ever collected a speeding ticket on a train!

Finally, you are unlikely to be held up by a flock of sheep cantering briskly towards you, shepherded by the mandatory black and white sheep dog and a Mazda pickup, occupying the total unmelted tarmac space.