It seems to be the first proper summer day. It is warm and sunny as I set off, jacketless, on Phyllis the bike. I wonder why she is squeaking but we make it to the sun drenched station. TofN is faster than me on two wheels and arrives a little later. Once again we take the lovely new 09.24 big train. We chat to a friend as far as Reading where she dismounts for work. Shortly afterwards we grind to a halt just outside Slough. Signal failures again and we will be late. This happens so often. The infrastructure is falling to pieces. Time to moan on twitter. Or meditate. Or just get on with all the stuff I have with me, counting my blessings I am not on the sardine can that is the 09.00.
There is a bit of a bonus when we finally arrive at Paddington. The Festiniog Railway team are here promoting itself. There is a replica of a lovely top of the range 1920s carriage. I have tears
in my eyes thinking about my many childhood holidays in Anglesey. Trips on the Festiniog were always the highlight.
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