Bath is beyond the commuter, or stockbroker belt, which is a good thing because it means we don’t live in Woking.
London is commutable, though, and many make the daily journey, happy that sacrifice on their part affords their families the unnumbered pleasures of Bath, as Jane Austen might have said.
But banish all thoughts of Reggie Perrin, furled black brollies and the Telegraph crossword: the Bathonian commuter is a dynamic, modern creature. Let’s meet two of them, typical by dint of being atypical, their names have been changed to preserve their modesty. Just one clue: they live in Bathwick so they walk to the train in the morning.
Robert is Managing Director of a communications company. It’s owned by one of the global media conglomerates and employs about 100 people. It’s very digital and employs lots of young people from the East End with spectacles, Twitter accounts and whispy beards like rolling tobacco. Rob tootles from Paddington to Soho on his Brompton. His family is thriving in Bath.
Ben produces (i.e organises) TV ads. He’s freelance but all his clients are in London and his work takes him around the world: South Africa to film car adverts, Mexico for beer and so on. Ben and his family moved from Hackney a few years ago, just as it was overcome by young people with spectacles, Twitter accounts and whispy beards like rolling tobacco.