This is a warning.
If you come to this blog for railway-related reasons, this is about as good as it gets. I went to Long Buckby station and, because it is miles from anywhere, I didn't go to any other railway stations. Not one. I did look at possibly walking to the next station, but that's either Rugby or Northampton, and I thought both those towns deserved better than me collapsing onto the platform, dripping with sweat and desperate to get the train home. So this is the beginning and end of all the railway content.
There isn't a whiff of glamour now. The invention of tour buses meant that the biggest bands no longer needed to stop at service stations for refreshment; then, in the seventies, football hooligans started to use them as a handy spot for a fight, meaning they were reconfigured to be more defensive. Cost-cutting got rid of the waitresses and the silver service. The extension of the motorway network meant service stations became far more popular, and Watford Gap lost its mystique. Now it's simply another Roadchef halt, its name carrying more meaning than its prosaic, tired interior.