Network Rail isn’t just being dramatic for the ‘gram. When the mercury hits the thirties, the rails can buckle like a cheap garden hose. Imagine trying to walk a straight line after a few gins—that’s your train track on a hot day.
They also worry about overhead wires sagging, like a tired washing line on laundry day. And let’s not forget the signals, which can get confused faster than you deciding what to watch on Netflix. It’s a whole symphony of chaos, conducted by the sun.
The Great British Meltdown
We Brits love a good complaint about the weather. But when it’s too hot, we suddenly become delicate little flowers. You’ll hear someone say, “It’s only 35 degrees, Sheila, it’s not the Amazon,” right before they faint onto a pile of discarded Greggs wrappers.
Network Rail is basically saying, “Stay home, you fragile beings.” They’re not wrong. I once saw a man try to eat a chocolate bar on a 32-degree platform. It melted before he could unwrap it, and he just stood there, staring at his brown hand like he’d lost a friend.
