From The Guardian:
"Do you think we're nearly there?" This question is not from my son, who is only 14 months old, but from my partner who has pointed out several times that we would have arrived at our destination by now had we flown rather than take the train down to the south of France.
At the time, Eurostar seemed like a good idea: more relaxing, more comfortable and more in keeping with our destination – a family-run, eco-friendly glampsite. The reality is we have to take turns monitoring our son Ossian's mission to set a new world record for the number of circuits a small child can make of a train carriage. So we are a teensy bit frazzled by the time we finally arrive at La Pierre Verte, exactly 12 hours after leaving our house, wondering whether we should have chosen to go glamping in Kent, instead of the Languedoc.
However, all three of us brighten up instantly on our arrival – Ossian at the sight of a cat he can chase; me and my boyfriend on hearing the words cold beer and honesty bar.