The indicator board at Totnes station promised a “travelling chef” on the train back to London. I wasn’t clear whether this galloping gourmet was ‘travelling’ merely by virtue of being on the train – in the same way that we are all ‘travelling passengers’ – or whether he moved within the train, perhaps stir-frying exotic dishes in the aisles on a while-u-wait basis. A third scenario was that he might have travelled down from, say, Inverness, just to be on the 12.27 with us.
In the event, I was disappointed to find no evidence of any chef, peripatetic or otherwise. Just regular sandwiches at £3.55 and crisps at 85p a packet.