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We hadn’t been anywhere for ages, so we decided that this weekend we’d jump on a train and go somewhere we hadn’t been yet. No agenda, and no particular expectations.

The man at the information booth suggested Leamington Spa. Less than an hour away, and a nice place for a picnic lunch.

It was a gorgeous day – as if winter had taken a big step back before inevitably descending upon us now that daylight savings is over – and we had a lovely time.

The panini shop along the main road is superb (tuna melt with hot pepper sauce) – but avoid their milkshakes, which consist only of milk and some sort of flavoured powder.

Milkshakes should consist of at least 30% icecream, and you flavour it with syrup. Creaming Soda, specifically.

Lunch by the river, a stroll around the gardens and a quick stop off in the sweet shop, who had seasonally decided to diversify into massive arsenals of weapons grade fireworks. We bought a large bag of bullseyes, aniseed balls, peanut brittle cleverly shaped as peanut shells and assorted other tooth-rotting traditional fare. No explosives.

The train ride back was a bit of a squash. Standing room only – and we couldn’t even get into the aisles carriages. We were just squeezed in by the doors – like a packed lift rocketing sideways.

Next time we plan a bit of spontaneity, we’ll make it on a Saturday when the trains back into New Street aren’t quite so disastrous. But we’ll certainly be doing it again.