There's huge variation, though. London to Oxford? A delight. London to Norwich? Survival horror. And I hear that up North it's positively Lovecraftian.
Your comment made me very happy, I laughed and snorted, and I'm glad I wasn't drinking my coffee at the time I read it. Thank you for writing it, you are awesome.
Now I'm thinking of a Cult of Cthulhu who design railway depots as an homage to their unknowably evil master, with junctions and lines as a representation of its tentacles and body.