Imagine being in Vienna last week, with all the travel writers and railway buffs invited there to see a new generation of night trains for Europe.
You bet I would have climbed into the new carriages and enthused to the comms people, *God but I love a train.*
You bet I would have nodded along with them as they told me *this is a sane response to the climate crisis, a journey on this train is 50 times more climate-friendly than making it by plane.*
And maybe I might have not at all kept my professional cool but instead rabbited back to them, *oh I know, you don’t have to convince me, I’m not like the antediluvian clowns who fill up the papers back home like John Roughan.*
And perhaps we might have shared a rueful pause as we contemplated the savage drought that has ravaged them this past summer.
