





Step aboard in London and wake near Inverness or Fort William with the light filtering in like a promise. Stretch your legs along canal towpaths, wander to Cow Hill, or bus into Glen Nevis for waterfalls and pine-scented air. Keep first walks gentle; sleepers gift time but borrow deep rest. Later, a café, a second coffee, and a slow amble to a viewpoint complete the spell. You earned sunrise by whispering through the night.
Board the Night Riviera, sleep between stations, and arrive in Penzance with hints of salt sneaking through the breeze. Saunter toward Newlyn, or bus to Marazion for sands facing St Michael’s Mount, gauging tides before any adventurous crossings. Explore headlands slowly, collecting sea-glass colors and stories from harbor benches. By afternoon, ride home in sun-warmed seats, pages turning, picnic crumbs vanishing, and the contented heaviness of a day well-lived settling across your shoulders.