I spent a few years commuting into Liverpool street from Colchester and Wivenhoe. Expensive, but it was factored in at the start, so it works out. Now living in London and spending more on increased rent than I the decrease int eh train ticket.
I can leave the office at 5 on the bike and be at home half an hour later. Which is nice.
I used be able to leave the office and 5 and be home at ten past 6 (on a not-frequent-enough good day) having had a snooze, read a book, had a beer, looked out of the window. I’d be in a beautiful and serenely quiet part of the world, with an hours fun (but flat) singletrack from the door. I could meet our friends who lived round the corner, ride up teh estuary path and have a fire, picnic and a bottle of wine and watch the sunset, the birds and the boats go by. Woke up at weekends, that’s where I was. Long way from decent mountainbiking though!
The trains drove me potty in the end, and the commute was more tiring than I realised.
In London for now, and enjoying it, but I miss waking up in the countryside.