Same in Sussex and Dorset. And sometimes there's even time for a little chat! Perhaps that's one of the bonuses of being old(er). We speak to anyone and everyone without feeling self-conscious.
But fellow passengers are another matter. Last year I reprimanded a big group of teenagers on a train because the boys' behaviour was utterly appalling and their language re. sex makes 50 Shades look positively tame. They were hurling rubbish round the carriage, abusing each other, abusing "old ladies" (like me) and terrifying other passengers. The guard, I hate to report, disappeared from our carriage the minute this group of hooligans appeared - yet it was only a five carriage train.
So in the end I stood up and asked them all which primary school they all attended. Snigger. Snigger. Then I suggested some might remember which kindergarten they were at. More sniggers. I asked them to quieten down and tried, again, to concentrate on my book. But of course it was impossible, as a missile landed on my head a few minutes later.
I stood up again and told them all that their parents would be utterly ashamed of them if they could see them now and continued to stand there glowering until things calmed down a bit.
When the train reached Brighton I stayed in my seat, surveying these infuriating delinquents. But then, to my amazement, three girls stopped and apologised profusely for the boys' behaviour. And then two boys who had been trying to avoid the taunts of their peers were also brave enough to say how sorry they were.
So good manners do still exist. And it's up to adults, of all ages, to uphold high standards - even if you have to endure the indignity of having a polystyrene cup hurled at you every now and then!