Slow weekends, sleeper trains and harbours in the quiet season.
Three days, forty miles and not one other boat.
Two towns, one railway line and a lot of very good bread.
Twelve miles of clifftop path with the sea on your right the whole way.
Dinner in the buffet car, a narrow bunk and a sunrise over the estuary.
Quiet quays, open fires and fish fresh from the morning boats.
Our writers choose the places that are best when everyone else has gone home.
Four trains a day, eleven stations and a guard who knows every passenger.
Thirty-one years on the same crossing, and still no two the same.
The lamp has been automatic for decades. Someone still climbs the stairs every evening to check on it.
Five places within ten minutes’ walk of platform one.
More than ninety thousand passengers passed through in seven days.
How to reach six islands in a week without a car.