By 3.30, our pilot picks us up for the trip back. At the train, the liveried team is lined up again and we wave at our new family from the bus. I am covered in a thin film of salt and have craving for something sweet. He has remembered that I had coffee yesterday and produces a tray with a light spinach quiche, a heart-shaped jam sable biscuit and a wicked triangle of layers of sponge with chocolate and coffee cream. The next thing I know, the window is dark.
Dinner is a jollier affair than yesterday.
People exchange remarks about the day's doings and tuck into lemon myrtle-infused tiger prawns and a pink rack of lamb with an artichoke and potato roesti. The Henschke Keyneton Estate shiraz is served puzzlingly chilled. The Henschke is good enough to take a lower temperature. At 4am, I am woken out of a sweet clean sleep by a lurch as the train picks up speed. Dressed and breakfasted, I turn up at the Observation Car.