Which British train journey moment is peak commuter life? Rank them from bliss to blergh!

You've got a table, a window, and blissful silence. It's the closest thing to meditation a Northern Rail service can offer.

There's something oddly comforting about the rattle of the trolley and being asked if you'd like 'any refreshments'. A ritual as old as the tracks themselves.

Someone's shouting about a Zoom meeting while everyone else exchanges pained glances. The British art of silent judgement in full swing.

You booked a train, you got a coach through three villages you've never heard of. Absolute character-building stuff.

You're 'being held at a red signal' for the fourth time this week. Time to stare wistfully out the window and question your life choices.