I also rode on the HST on the Cotswold Line (CBY-HFD return) on the 4th of May; maybe we crossed paths at some point!
-Peter
Probably we did. I was standing in my usual place, enjoying the fresh air at the door in carriage C (which I greatly miss)! The loss of our beloved HST upsets me so much I published a poem about it; I won't bore you with the whole thing but perhaps you will enjoy the post-script (referencing the inaugural IET journey):
Very soon they missed him, when the air conditioning leaked,
And everyone complained about the smaller, harder seats.
And when the new train sauntered up half an hour late,
Few among the passengers thought it worth the wait.
But Progress wouldn’t hearken to this first journey’s curse:
They’d spent too many millions buying something worse
Than our beloved 1-2-5 they’d rushed to push aside
For fickle, flashy, tacky trains, while our old partner died.
Short was his resurgence; as his whistle died away
We knew the train departing wouldn’t come another day.
So now we’ll sit as captives, disgruntled and delayed.
A computerised apology through stale air is played,
But ever in our consciousness the cancelled promise bleats:
‘The new trains will be faster – and with bigger, softer seats!’