Dear George,
Well what a difference an hour and a
cup of tea make...
I'm boarding the train for Knighton and
it's as if I were in some delightfully quaint british comedy. The
surrounding countryside is heart warmingly stunning, the banter with
the old man in the station teashop was first rate and I have just
spent the last couple of minutes helping little old ladies carry
their wheely bags up and down the stairs and allowing them to use my
arm to steady themselves on to the train. I think I will explode if
my heart warms anymore!
Knighton, I just read, is every bit the
traditional british country town and i'm unbelievable excited about
getting there. I've cursed myself already about not reading up on
the place before hand since they have a bicycle hire shop and if
i'd not packed so much I could have hired said bike and made my way
to the holiday cottage by way of more beautiful countryside. Alas,
alas …
The 'famous', or rather, one of the
interesting things about Knighton is that the train station is in
England, whereas the town is in Wales! Amazing!
Weather remains nippy, but the sun is
out and I can't see a cloud in the sky. Stamps are 60p each
Take care buddy,
Yours,
Little Dave
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