I took a trip on the iconic, royal-approved British Pullman train – did it live up to its luxurious reputation?
If it’s good enough for the late Queen Elizabeth II, it’s good enough for me. Not something I’d ever said until I boarded the British Pullman – a train with impressive royal links. It’s so posh that it comes with a full name as long as one in an aristocratic wedding announcement: British Pullman, a Belmond Train, England. But these days, it transports less regal passengers (like me) on journeys through the British countryside from London Victoria, bound for the genteel cities of Bath or Oxford, Kent’s wineries or its best beach at Broadstairs, or just a slap-up Sunday lunch or afternoon tea onboard. Days out don’t get much more spoiling, which is why I decided to treat my mum to a trip to Bath. And, though Victoria’s concourse may not conjure regal splendour, the experience started as soon as we reached platform one. Guests in Ascot-worthy dresses and smart suits milled about or sipped sparkling wine in the train’s private lounge while a singer crooned breezy jazz standards over the station’s announcements. © …









