Down the hall, turn right through the kitchen, step over the cat-litter tray by the back door and into the office.

I did think about using public transport but I need the exercise.

Get up from kitchen table, walk across to 'pooter. Sometimes I jog, just to keep myself in trim.

Somerset and lucky enough to choose location and hours etc. Occasionally, West Cork as well.

to Bolton. About 50 mins. Hurrah for podcasts.

to Swindon, for the time being. 15 minutes on narrow, windy, wandery little roads, then 30 minutes on the M4. 45 minutes door-to-door. Luxury. Beats last year's 2 and a half hours each way to Lahndan on Last Great Western by a country mile.

I hearby coin a new measure of commuting; a 45 minute journey being the standard unit, one 'cast'.

in north London to Ashford in Kent, via the M25 and M20. Guys, if you could up the pods to an hour and 15 you'd make a tired man happy

Live near Gatwick
M25, throught the tunnel on the way there
Over the bridge on the way back
Just over an hour
Office in sunny Romford
bean counter at a record company

I met a guy once who commuted from Norwich to Archway (yep thats right the one in North London) every day for about three years. He reckoned it broke him.

To the person whose commuting from Stokey to Ashford. Phew!

to Holborn, which on a good day would take me about half an hour.

Now I come in from Wiltshire to Holborn. 4 hours a day, about a 1000 miles a week.

Ouch.

on my bike. Have to be careful as the roads are full of mentalist cycles. DEAR MR CYCLIST - RED LIGHT SPELLS DANGER!

Rant over.

30 mins there, at least 45 back, which is annoying when it eats into your own time.

With the passing of the years and the degeneration of the knee joints, it becomes increasingly tricky. Still, on a good day it only takes three minutes.

Bike to station, fold it up, packed train from Hitchin to King's Cross, unfold bike, cycle across London to the Tower. Takes 3 hours a day out of my life. 1200 miles cycling since I started, 9lbs lighter!

down paths along the railway line then through a park to the centre of town. I only walk on roads for the first and last few minutes. It's a fraction over two miles, so the perfect distance for a pleasant stroll.
I'm know I could do it in less than half the time if I got a bike but
a) I live in a flat and it would probably get nicked every month
b) I enjoy the walk (and the sight of birds, squirrels, rabbits and occaisional fox) too much.

Urmston to Manchester. I'm an IT training instructor.

Yateley to Aldershot in a car. Takes about 30 minutes (2/3'rds of a cast?) and includes no motorways. Quite pleasant and beats my previous commute which included Reading town centre which was horrid.

I'm in supply chain management for an IT company.

...back when I still had a job.

Actually, I used to like the 25 minute train ride to Reading, just right for a nap.

The OP has me feeling slightly down...

I get a train to London Bridge from Orpington and then Northern Line to Camden.

Booooooooooooooooooooooooooorring...

The 13 minute walk to the train station is the best bit.

Fifteen minutes from the door of my flat to the uni where I work, a good proportion of which is along leafy streets. No sae bad.

I ever had, was an hour by car to Leeds. Only had to do it for six months, thankfully.
Everyone I met in Leeds was lovely, so it wasn't all bad.
Now it's 20 - 30 minutes in the car, non rush hour, 10 trips a month. I'm happy with that.

takes about 30-35 minutes - just right at the moment, as i'm still working my way through the Fabs mono & stereo box sets!
i'm a man in the motor trade selling shedloads of parts for Renault (nice cars but electrically inept!).

Train into Paddington, Bakerloo to Waterloo, walk to office on the South Bank. Desk looks out to St Pauls and Blackfriars Bridge.

About an hour and a half each way on a good day.

I read books, hammer the ipod or sleep.

May I also say that First Great Westerns commuter trains need a bloody good clean.

..down Gloucester Road, through Stokes Croft, down to the waterfront. About 40 mins walk to the centre of Bristol, and so can thankfully avoid our running joke of a bus service.

10 mins walk to Staplehurst station an hour to Cannon Street then 10 mins walk to the office, then the reverse in the evening.
Next year when we move to the new building I will virtually step out of Cannon Street into the new office.
The 07:16 up is nice the 17:20 train home is a networker and rank!
Friday morning journey to work is usually Word podcast day.

15-30 minutes by car, depending on the time of day. A pleasant enough journey, though much nicer in the summer months than now the new term has started.

From my apartment in Choa Chu Kang to a big factory in Ang Mo Kio to make disk drives. About 25 mins by expressway and against the main traffic, so a fairly pleasant commute. Usually manage side one on the way to work and side two coming home...

aka home to Eden Project - 6 mins by car, 20 by bike, 30 on foot. Sorry if that sounds smug, but after years and years on the tube I reckon I've earned it.

All on the A-Z, never leave London, but still takes a good two hours there and at least the same back. Still, at least when I get there I sit in the very building where they filmed The Office. Chris Finch is a bloody good rep, etc.

All on the A-Z, never leave London, but still takes a good two hours there and at least the same back. Still, at least when I get there I sit in the very building where they filmed The Office. Chris Finch is a bloody good rep, etc.

a thirty minute walk, which was good enough for a few songs on the Ipod; but now it's only a five minute walk up the road.

Harringay, North London, to Moorgate (about 20 minutes on a good day), or London Bridge (PB: 27 minutes), or Tottenham court Road (half an hour), or Crouch End (5 minutes, or a 20 minute walk).

After 15 years as a cyclist (11 doing Crouch End to Wandsworth then 4 to Hackney) I found myself back on tubes and trains. 17 miles each way is just a bit too far on a bike.
Harringay to Highbury & Islington on the overground train; Victoria line to Victoria then mainline train from Victoria to East Croydon.
Coming home I go to London Bridge then onto the Northern Line to Moorgate where I can get a seat on the train back to Harringay.

...to the Council offices in the City Square in Dundee. It's the civic heart of the city, don't you know. General US Grant - yes, that US Grant - once said of the Tay Bridge, "That's a mighty long bridge." He could be taciturn for a civil war winning, ex-president.

Torbay to Takapuna - about 25 minutes by car via Beach Road. I didn't learn to drive until I was about 33, so driving still feels like a novelty. On a nice day the journey is hard to beat.

In a long and varied career, I think my worst daily commute was from Crouch End to an industrial estate in Broxbourne, Herts. I shudder at the memory.

the short walk from the bedroom to the 'study cupboard' ...

a long time ago however, 5km cycle ride from Portobello to Waverley (Edinburgh), train to Glasgow (50 mins-ish), tube from Buchanan Street to Govan, then the office was round the corner ... repeat in reverse at night ... lasted a few months before i gave up and moved to a bedsit in the Ville de Weeg

From Moseley, of Duller Colour Scene infamy, up the M6 to the Potteries. An hour each way on a good day.

by bus & train - takes 2.5 hours out of my day usually but nearly twice that yesterday when there was a fire at Guildford station.
A reminder of the bad old days of commuting to Docklands which I'm delighted to have put behind me.
I see I'm not the only one working in IT.

on the A171 across the North York Moors. Do it by bus in about an hour right now, though at some stage I'll pass the test and drive it myself.

When I get there, I work on a satellite campus of the University of Hull.

I cycle to work, depending on the weather I take different routes, one of which is across the town moor, where the freemen of the city graze their cattle. It's quite beautiful and great for the after work unwind. Time, between 15 and 30 minutes. I am very fortunate to live in such a green and open city.

Seven miles. Ten minutes. West to East. From the Atlantic Ocean to the North Sea.

to the basement where my little office office and sit trying sell very expensive German machinery to skint british companies (although a lot of times I have to get out of the dressing gown and travel to meetings, for shame, im fighting tooth and nail against video conferencing!)

A 20 minute drive which is nicely scenic and rural - just the odd tractor to contend with.

Nice to work in Shakey's old town - plying my trade in housing at the District Council...

Sometimes by train but usually by car. So a daily update of my ipod is in order. Built in VW Golf ipod link only plays first 5 ipod playlists so constantly need to change my podcasts and playlists around.

from Streatham into Whitehall. Its my reading time for an hour each morning. Oh, right now I'm reading Kiran Desai's "The Inheritance of Loss" in case you're wondering if I just stare out the window at the Brixton and Kennington masses.

...Two days a week in the office (I overnight in Kent) and the rest of the week from home or on the road.
It's 230 miles - M6, M42, M40, M25, M26, M20 - lots of listening time.

I used to live in North Queensland and drive regularly north of Cairns (rather more scenic).

Getting there is often better than arriving.

30 minutes. Better since they upgraded the Westlink (the through motorway in Belfast). If I'd moved to Templepatrick last year I would have a ten minute commute now! God bless Northern Ireland, and its lack of traffic!

If I'm fortunate enough to be working in the Glasgow office, it's 30 minutes on the bus along Paisley Road West to the Broomielaw. It is 4 miles door to door : when I can, I walk in, which is lovely.

Geography is not always on my side : some days I'm in Birmingham (train, preferably, then a stroll past The Wellington to the office). Other days it is Stoneham (taxi to Glasgow Airport, plane to Eastleigh, then either a taxi or a stroll through the park). London, Bristol, Gillingham & Cardiff are also regular features. Trains / planes as required.

Long ago, I programmed real-time control systems for steelworks, power stations, and bulk blending & bottling companies. (Ravenscraig / Port Talbot / Sheerness, Torness/Heysham, Johnny Walker/Pimms). Now I work for a civil engineering company, in the areas of computer systems, commmunications design, systems integration, real-time travel information.

(Which isn't a village) to the outskirts of Portland, Oregon.

9.3 miles by bike, and I try to ride at least three days a week (have done just shy of 2000 miles in a year). Work for a large software company as System Engineer.

Crosby (by the Gormley statues) to Liverpool Hope University's suburban South Liverpool campus. Queens Drive, 35 minutes on a good day - or three quarters of the Rachid Taha Best of that's been on the CD player this week..
Best part, work's a short lunch time run from Strawberry Field and 15 from Lennon childhood home, Mendips.
Strawberry Field is near the end of the run and just after a couple of big hills. I'm always hoping for a Japanese tourist or two needing a photo taken for a wee breather so I can appear super fit as I sprint the last half mile.

mainly cross country to avoid the nightmare that is the Haudigan roundabout. About 50 mins from my front door to University. Unless it snows and then its scotrail and the #9 unilink to Garthdee

to the AdCave - via slidey pole - 10 seconds.

2 minutes to change into the AdSuit.

Fire up the AdMobile & out into the deserted lanes at the rear of my rambling country estate.

Then... to wherever the action takes me. At night I follow the AdSignal in the sky. (It's a silhouette of a big idiot...)

Lt. Gordon knows how to contact me.

through Steyning High St and up the stairs to my office 8 minutes. Sometimes go the long way round home to forget the day's trials. Work from France 2-3 months of the year, and occasionally in US - DC and Austin, Texas.

In the car. 20 mins or so if the trafic lights are against me. Nice view from the M275 of the castle and Portsdown hill then the view down the harbour from the A27.. Ignore the rusting submarines and industrial wasteland of Pound's Scrapyard.

From there to my happy practice where people get their teeth looked at whilst a fortysomething bloke listens to Ken Bruce and Simon Mayo.

Snowdonia on my way to work each morning. It's a dirty job but someone has to do it.

I used to commute from east of Reading to near Kings Cross in London - nowadays its to Canary Wharf. So its either a slow journey via Waterloo but you get seat or a quickerish journey via Paddington but with plenty of changes and being a sardine.

I work from home on Friday's though - bliss

past a viaduct, and the only village in the UK named after soup.

to Baker Street (London). If I'm feeling particularly energetic in the morning I'll get off the Misery Line at Camden Town and walk up Parkway past The Dublin Castle and through Regents Park. If it's podcast day and the timing's right I can, and often do, arrive at the orifice to the strains of Alice's Restaurant as twanged by Mark Ellen. Only doing the commute three times a week as recently made semi-redundant.

.. which is 45 something miles( or 120 miles, I can´t remember which ), from the north of Toledo to the north of Madrid.

my house near Antwerp's exhibition halls to the diamond area near the "stadspark"

Incidentally this weekend in the exhibition halls you can visit either or both of the "ideal wedding show" or the "mega-erotica beurs" I wonder how many lads dragged along to the wedding show are wondering if they can get away with asking the FPO if she fancies a peep in the other one.

all traffic jams every morning and glazed dead-eyed expressions on the faces of my fellow travellers... having to compete with the same five portly ladies on the way home, who insisted on jumping the bus-queue so that they could sit together... but i used to like it though, as i invariably had music to listen to on the way, and would use the time to keep on track with material.
i tried cycling into the city, but that just got WAY too hairy, with the crap drivers who don't look out for you(going into work on a vespa was much more fun, as i could take all the backstreets away from traffic and turn a 50 minute journey into a 15 minute one... sometimes i'd be home before my colleagues had finished work).

nowadays, i travel from the suburb i live in, through some of the shittiest, dodgiest parts of town you could imagine to a nice quiet area that i work in, where you can go out at lunchtime for a walk, and rarely bump into another person....

Shetland Islands. Never far from the sea.

via Petworth, Balls Cross and Loxwood. Long enough for a Rhinocast, too short for a Word podcast.

10 minute walk, 15 mins on the bus, then another 5 minute walk at the other end. Some point next year, when the new house is finished, that's going to change to a 10 minute bus ride followed by a 50 minute train journey. That's when the podcasts will come in handy :)

A lot of these commutes seem quite short...

I thought in modern Britain today that we were all doing ludicrous commutes across half the country!

Walk from Sauchiehall Street to Glasgows Merchant city, usually 3 songs on the iphone and im there.
General Manager of a live music venue..

I only have a 5 minute drive into work and work as a Debt Advisor (very busy at the moment!)

For most of that time it has been down the Oxford Road into Reading town centre to work for Arthur Andersen/Deloitte & Touche.

For a month of my sabbatical in 2004 it was along a country road to a finca in Costa Rica where the FPO and I were helpers at a Giant Macaw breeding programme.

Currently, it is along Princes Street in Dunedin to an office on Moray Place where I am on secondment to Deloitte NZ.

Seems like a high proportion of the Word Massive wander to work in their dressing gowns and turn on the computer........

You must be the bastards that all go out in your cars and clog up the roads on the weekends these days

Five minute walk from home to the bus stop - 15 minute journey from Sketty to Swansea. Ten minute wait for connecting bus. Twenty minute journey from Swansea to Fforestfach. Ten minute walk to office. Repeat coming home. Ten hours commuting per week. Thank heavens for podcasts.

Hour on the train, followed by vigourous walk into Central London, through Hyde Park - allows me to wade through the new Lennon book by Phillip Norman and listen extensively to the fabs remasters - work in recruitment but you can't have it all......or can you?

PS: anyone else think Traffic were at their absolute peak on the hastily titled ''Traffic'' album?

Vehicle - 4 wheeled carbon emmiter.
2 days Kitchen to "West Wing" - Time 10 secs - podcasts=0 no choice cuts.
1 day Waterford to Dublin - Time 2.5 hours - podcasts=2 plus some choice cuts.
2 days within dublin - time 20 mins each way - podcasts=0 + some choice cuts.
Finally Dublin to Waterford - Time 2.5 hours - podcasts=2 plus some choice cuts.

Interestingly go into WordCasts earlier this year and playing Catchup.
This morning had Glastonberry special 2008.
Hope it all has a happy ending.

I am usually on the early train from Marple (almost in sight of the Peak District) to the centre of Manchester. Some days I get to continue my journey on to Leeds. (I used to drive, but I felt my days were numbered -- the M62 is not a pleasant place.) I get a brisk walk at both ends, and usually time for a podcast and some choons.

From Xizhimen Bei de Jie, under the third ring road, stop and look for the next Zhang Ziyi or Gong Li coming out of Beijing Film Academy, then left along Zhi Chun Lu for a few steps.

Just right for the better part of a classic album.

If it's cold or wet, the taxi ride costs a pound - the subway or the bus less than ten pence.

from just behind the Imperial War museum, over Waterloo bridge, Drury Lane, British Museum great court, Russell Square, Tavistock Square to the office on Euston Road. There are also variations involving Covent Garden, Trafalgar Square or Westminster which add about 10 mins. Swinging by the record emporia of Soho's Berwick Street on the way home adds hours and subtracts pounds.

It's by far the best bit of my job.

by bike. Pretty good, really, from the edge of Edinburgh's Grange district to Bruntsfield.

Job: I try to thole teaching.

15min drive to work trying to work out what Houston drivers are going to do today, and if the guy driving at 80mph with his phone stuck to his ear is actually going to indicate or just pull out in front of me.

The drive home for some reason takes 2 or 3 times longer....with even more crazy drivers.

Walk my Daughter to school and work is five minutes on from there

Twenty minute drive to Metro Radio Arena, where I often see tourbuses parked up with curtains drawn (no superstar sightings yet), then a fifteen minute stroll into town.

I'm looking at a 30-40 minute drive from home in Peoria to my job with US Bank in Scottsdale. This is about 25 miles each way, most of it highway. This is not even close to the worst commute i've had.

Car to outside someone's house in a cul de sac outside Haywards Heath.
Bike to Haywards Heath railway station.
Fold up Bike
Train to Victoria.
Bike to Office in W1 usually via Buckingham Palace, The Mall, Picaddilly Circus and up Regent Street.
1.50ish.
Now getting to that lovely bit of the year when I leave in the dark. Come home in the dark.
Reads. The Guardian, The Standard, Radio Times. Drinks flasks of coffee, homemade bacon sandwiches. Reads Twitter (and tweets too from time to time). Looks at people. Drinks a can of cider sometimes on the way home.

it's through lovely countryside and the view from Harewood across Wharfedale never disappoints. I travel from Roundhay, north Leeds to just west of Harrogate - 30 minutes by car on fantastic windy drive-y roads or 20 minutes by car then a lovely twenty minute bike ride.

I used to cycle from Hampstead to the Gherkin, 30 minutes from the slopes of Hampstead Hill to near the river which cheered me up every day. Best commute ever was over Snake Pass from Macclesfield to Buxton.

Incidentally, what are the massive's thoughts on length of commute? I find when I work from home I have to walk around the block and come back in to start work, otherwise I tinker (internet, music, stuff) and never get started. Less than twenty minutes seems too short to me - not enough time to gear up/wind down. My brother's two and a half hours from Bury St Edmonds to Embankment seems like madness...

And a further reply to Capt Underpants - occasional band visits, but generally few and far between, although Proclaimers were here last month, Steve Earle coming up in December, both their second visits. And sorry to be a pedant, but we get upset when people call us "the Shetlands". But that's probably a subject for another thread. Mis-pronunciations or terms that annoy. Anyone game for starting it off?

My walk into work covers a distance of just under four miles. The journey takes me roughly 55 minutes and I get to see a lot of the town where I grew up, and have since lived on-and-off for most of my adult life.

There’s an established ritual to my commute: Lacing up my worn-out Burma boots on the front doorstep. Walking a short distance down the road to the seafront and then along Eastern Esplanade, shadowing the Thames delta, with Southend Pier far off in the distance, stretching out across the estuary. Passing the mini-golf course and the Sealife Centre. Onto The Golden Mile with its shabby amusement arcades named after Las Vegas Casinos; its nightclubs and its kebab restaurants. Up a side street between the bookies and a small pub called The Cornucopia. Through the lorry park.

On the road that skirts around the side of The Royals Shopping centre I meet builders in florescent safety jackets, on their way to the long-derelict Palace Hotel, which is now in the final stages of renovation.

I walk the length of the High Street. The only shops open at that hour are the coffee houses, McDonald’s and the Tesco Metro. At the far end I join Victoria Avenue, where the town’s municipal buildings are grouped together on one side - the old red brick Library which is now a museum; the somewhat newer library next to it; the police station; the courts and the civic centre. I go past the church, which historians speculate may have been founded by the Saxon king whose tomb was discovered a short distance away near Priory Park.

On Prittlewell Chase I glance down into the concrete channel that carries Prittle Brook under the dual carriageway. On Wednesday morning it was raging torrent with the assorted items of trash that had been tossed into the conduit acting as man-made rapids. On most days the stream exists as a thin dribble of water.

At around twenty past seven I arrive at the hospital. It’s the heart of the community that I have been walking through for the last hour. At some point in their lives everyone will come here, or somewhere very much like it. If I am early I sit in the lobby area for a few minutes. I catch my breath and watch the patients arriving for their morning appointments.

At the moment the work that I do there is voluntary. In the next few days that will change. It will become a proper job with a wage and my pencilled-in responsibilities gone over in permanent marker. Recently someone said to me: “You’re not going to do that walk every day are you?” But I’ve always walked there, even when I was really sick and in pain and my legs would occasionally go out from under me. Travelling on public transport would entail catching two buses. Factor in the time that I would spend waiting for them to arrive and my journey wouldn’t be much shorter.

The walk is a buffer between home and work. It’s a couple of hours of personal time where I can be alone with my thoughts. I am not expected to talk to anyone and I’m not a captive audience to the behaviour of other people. Sometimes I listen to music on my ipod. Most of the time I just look and listen to what is going on around me.

On the return journey in the evening I have an hour to decompress. There are days when the hospital is so full-on; when the gap between the practical solution to a problem and the ideal solution is a yawning gulf. I wouldn’t want to go too quickly from that extreme to being at home.

There are subtle changes brought about by the time of day. Outside the row of small electrical shops at the bottom of Victoria Avenue, a denim-clad mannequin is posed on his knees with his head inside a gas cooker, like a blue collar Sylvia Plath. A few weeks ago as I walked past this diorama, a half-naked man with most of his upper body leaning out the window of a passing car, yelled at me: “OI! KICK HIM! KICK HIM!”.

Further along they are taking in the rolls carpet that have spent the day leaning like pillars against the window of the showroom.

From the front of the house to the rear. Overlooking St Ives Bay and the Atlantic Ocean.

I only commute four days a week at present thanks to some global downturn thingy. Come rain or shine I cycle 15-20 minutes to the rail station and trustingly leave my bike in the hope that the two chains and locks are a suitable deterrent against any toe-rag hell bent on thievery.

The 7:03 then whisks me to Stratford (East London). And whisk it generally does. I know the trains get a bad press but in the four years I've been doing this journey there have been less than ten occasions where the service has seriously let me down i.e. 1.5+ hours late - usually heading home. I generally hang back and let the other sheep battle for the seats, preferring instead to stand in the doorway and study without disruption from fellow commuters spluttering, squeezed and fidgeting in sub-sized seats.

At Stratford I get a few of minutes staring at the 2010 Olympic Park and Westfield Shopping Centre constructions before the Central Line takes me back a couple of stops to Leytonstone. From there it's a ten minute walk to the office. An hour door to door - not bad really.

By contrast Friday's is generally bedroom - bathroom - kitchen - study

Assuming a fixed rate of calorie intake, the 'healthy living' idea that you can lose weight just by small changes like getting off the bus one stop earlier is a blatant lie, isn't it?!

Wuppertal along the Autobahn in my VW Sharan to any of Dusseldorf, Essen, or Dortmund, each of which takes half an hour. Got some clients downtown as well. English training and seminars is what I do. Well somebody's etc.

I drive along the M25 from Rickmansworth and go straight down the A3 to work in the morning. It takes a few minutes over an hour, usually, after a 6am set-off. Bacon roll and a cuppa when I get there.
I start home at about 4pm, via the A3, A31 (Farnham), A331, M3, A322, A332 (Slough), A4, A412 etc. takes about 2 hours, give or take 15 mins. Up to 3 hours if I crawl back via the M25 roadworks between Heathrow and Rickmansworth.

I'm an Electrician on the A3 Hindhead Tunnel building project. Working at the south exit of the tunnel on the fire suppression system building.

I haven't been on this forum for quite a long time. And the reason is my commute. Since changing jobs I now drive 65 miles from Southampton to Feltham (near Heathrow) and back every day. On a good day this will take an hour and 10 minutes if I leave home at 6:30. But I've never got home in less than an hour and 20 and it can take more than two hours - especially on a Friday as people commute to their cottages in Dorset or the New Forest. I'm just too tired to spend the time on this forum that I used to.

I bless the Word podcasts and those of Danny Baker and the Archers.

However, there is a shaft of light at the end of the tunnel. I expect to transfer in the next three or four months to Portsmouth which is 20 minutes from my door and also possible to cycle to - but not every day at my age.

I'll be back here regularly then. Hope it's still as much fun as it used to be.

Then it's the bus to "Good Weather" or "Pleasant view", both unworthy of their names, but I just make it to Guarulhos centre, then another 5 minute walk and one more fag. I live in Sao Paulo.

Same country, different state. Half an hour by car from the south-western suburbs to a technology park in the south-eastern suburbs. About 22km during rush hour, while most traffic is of course going into the city. and I barely see any of it. :-)

Can't say I miss ANY of the commute into London from my dim and distant days there.