I'll go with that then. Trees, fields, sheep and hills. A small town now and then. I'm somewhere called Craven Arms which sounds stupid, I'm not sure they have electricity here.
In Shrewsbury now, doesn't feel like I'm getting anywhere fast. Cracked a beer and the old lady opposite made a tutting noise, I looked her in the eye and said "what" she looked away waited 5 minutes and then got up as if she was getting off the train but she sat down the end of the carridge.
I am now in Wrexham, some American tried telling me he's reserved my seat. Tried telling him they announced in Cardiff that there are no reservations on the train. He protested a lot so I took a swig of my beet and started reading my book. He went away.
Chester now, just passed the race track. The track always reminds me of Mrs luvs hen night where she cracked a tooth on a policeman's truncheon.
It's not a pun it's true one of her friends took a photo of her with a policeman she thought it would be funny to pretend to be blowing the truncheon and bumped it against a tooth. Some guy off Corrie was then hitting on her and because he was famous-ish she put him on the phone to me and I called him a **** he played Mike Baldwin's son.
Wasn't Bangor earlier just left there now. My epic journey is almost at an end. It has been a journey fraught with pain and endurance, I've struggled on valiantly and will soon reap the rewards of the pub.
