Here’s the twist: many train companies run extra services on Good Friday evening, because they know people have been drinking too much hot cross buns and need to get home. So if you’re returning late, you might actually get lucky. “Miracles do happen,” said no commuter ever—until they caught the 10:47 to Manchester on Easter weekend.
Also, some smaller heritage railways—like the Ffestiniog or the Bluebell Railway—run special Easter trains with egg hunts and characters. They’re adorable, slow, and break down charmingly. If you want a train that feels like Good Friday (long, with a promise of resurrection), those are your best bet.
In the end, the answer is: yes, trains run on Good Friday, but not the way you expect. They’re like a friend who says they’ll meet you for coffee but shows up at 4 PM, drunk on holiday spirit. So check the schedule, pack patience, and remember: the real journey is the friends you make while waiting for a replacement bus.
And if all else fails? Hire a donkey. I hear they’re punctual.
