Timeline - Thursday 1st August 2013 - Journey into Wales

After work I caught the 4.30pm train to Shrewsbury to begin my jaunt into deepest darkest Wales.  The journey down was uneventful, and the connection at Shrewsbury easy.  We were delayed slightly outside Craven Arms because the up train was running late.

If I were to move to another part of England, and monies allowing of course, I would love to live in Shropshire.  It is by far my favourite of the English counties.  The train from Craven Arms into central Wales called at a few of the small stations in Shropshire - Broome, Bucknall and Hopton Heath - all these stations had either someone getting off, or someone getting on; it proves how vital this train service is to these rural communities.  The last station in Shropshire is Knighton; the town it serves is in Wales, but the station is in England.

We trundled on even deeper into Wales until I reached my destination - Llandrindod Wells.  I was met by my good friend, and whisked away to their house high above the Wye in Brecknockshire.  Their dogs gave me a hearty greeting, and it was lovely to be able to relax straight away.