No Murders on the Orient Express – Just Lots of Fun
I have a confession.
I am a massive Agatha Christie fan. Always have been, always will be. It is genetic, inheriting it from my mother, who used to make me listen to Christie books on tape for any extended car trip.
We arrived at London Victoria Station amongst the commuter throng in plenty of time to check in our bags at the Orient Express desk next to Platform 2. The waiting room is very small so as we were early, we opted for the Starbucks next door.
Enjoy a delicious brunch with dessert and Bellini on board the British Pullman train as you make your way to Folkestone…
Wow. I have travelled on a fair few trains in my time but never one that looked like a stately home from the inside. Nor have I boarded with such a well turned out group of commuters.