A tale of two journeys (Rousse)

One minute I was wrapped in furs, slipping through a sparkling wintry landscape in an open sleigh discussing the merits (or not) of daughters with regional accents.

Next I was on the East Coast train service, squashed up against French passengers who almost missed their (previously unknown) stop of Cardiff Wells.

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