Part of the train trip we take to work each day involves eight minutes at high speed in a tunnel. The tunnel is 8km long; I’ve heard the story about the time a carriage caught fire in there and know that most commuters carry a torch with them and one of my greatest commuting fears is being stuck in there.
Tom signed us up to be stuck in the tunnel last Sunday as part of an evacuation practice and I loved it.
Us, some other commuters, a bunch of trainspotters and annoying kids and Dads were driven 1km in and then had to walk out.
We loved being in the tunnel. It smelt dusty and was quite safe and much MUCH wider that I’d ever thought it would be. Walking out was easy and the Dads with their really loud, bad jokes and the annoying kids did a great job simulating what a real-life evacuation would be like.
Then it rained. And rained. And we waited around and I wished I’d downloaded Scrabble onto my phone. We were well looked after with hot drinks and food a plenty and people found their own entertainment…
By the end I was very much looking forward to getting home… as you can see by the dead “I’m had it” look in my eyes below.
I can therefore happily report that if we ever do get stuck in the tunnel we’ll be in really good hands.