petallus; I can only echo what you've just said. Knowing Birmingham so well from childhood and living not too far away [no connections; my worst nightmare!] I am blissfully approaching Saturday not even having purchased a ticket yet [I've still got to get to the station from my village as well]. For some reason this is reminding me of a Margaret Rutherford film; not sure which one [perhaps all of them
]. If I wasn't so pathetic I could drive there as well, but, as I almost killed myself getting to Alton Towers last year I'll give that a miss. The thing is, stations used to be full of sweet little railway porters that were there to point you in the right direction, but, alas, they are no more. However, those things on the ceiling that say the platform and arrival times of each train are helpful and [light bulb goes off over head moment] I've just remembered how important it is to know the ultimate destination of the train you're getting on so that, eg., if I'm going to Brum from Derby I won't freak out when the train I get on says Penzance on the front.