Lara and my daily commute 55 miles each way, Monday to Friday, starts with the alarm ringing in our ears at 04:30 to 05:00. Cats fed, us showered, me shaved, shirts ironed and we're off to the station. We arrive in our respective offices at 08:00. That assumes the trains run on time and no snarl-ups. Yeah, right......!! We get home around 19:00 if we're lucky. Each of us pays £4,000 each year just for the privilege of catching the old, smelly and cramped train and rail costs are going up by an average of 8% per year (base inflation + 3%)
Weekends are for recuperation and, as much as I love being up at silly o'clock to feed my love of photographing a sunrise somewhere in the countryside, I also welcome a lie-in until 08:00 or 09:00 if there's one on offer.
The frustration is doubled by merit of the fact that despite the odd pocket of mediocrity, Essex (the county in which we live) is a vacuum aesthetically. Flat, mostly industrial, no spectacular coastline to talk of and, aside a few interesting rivers, there is VERY little of interest to me. So, the only option is to head to anywhere that is achievable in a 2-3 hour drive prior to sunrise. Ironically, this is more achievable in winter - but it is also bloody cold.
Our roads are some of the most congested in Europe and, due to the austerity measures we're suffering, the roads are not in great condition and fuel costs around £1.40 per litre.