Winter Wales

There’s this strange feeling I get when carrying luggage through a train station. Something about the noises and sensations that remind me of my past travels and it fills me with wanderlust. It was this, combined with nervous excitement that stirred my heart as I climbed onto the escalator, ascending out of London’s Underground into the early morning light at Euston. What awaited me at the top was not just Sunny Bull and a greasy breakfast but a high speed train north, towards Snowdonia.

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