Waiting for the gate number for your train at Euston Station is a bit like the starters gate at Flemington. As soon as the number goes up hundreds, and I mean hundreds, of would-be passengers heads to that gate with the graceful yet powerful surge of a migratory flock of Southern Twits.
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| Not a pair of Southern Twits! |
Train travel in the 2020s no longer involves newspapers, lazy green vistas - the train is way too fast to actually see anything. No, the modern passenger will generally be focused on their device of choice, as you see here.
I’m doing it now. Ignore that woman who appears to be reading a book!
Our route crosses southern England including Stafford (Ellison country) before crossing into Wales and finally the port of Holyhead.
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| The Avanti line to Holyhead |
There is only one other problem with taking photos from a train. The forest of trees along the tracks made me quite vertiginous (and nauseous too). Model English villages, sheep and cows, ploughed fields and what looked like canola - almost like home. In Wales there were castles and a beautiful ruined farmstead which I could not try to capture. Apologies.
The good ferry Ulysses is taking us to Dublin, and we are less than one hour away. Especially for my brother Peter, this is one of the murals honoring Ireland’s foremost novelist, James Joyce.
Looks like you are having a great time. Thanks for the review of the train trip, I think we will try that next time.
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