Trains,rain and the darkness

I had breakfast in Aberdovey and then made my way inland up the Dovey estuary to Mac. Where I watched some foot-ball with Louise in the Red Lion. Blod was allowed in so I stayed for another pint.

I strolled down the hill, back to the rail station. Rollies were getting thin on the ground.

I inhaled deeply; the last drag and pushed the door open. She was reading '50 shades Darker'.

I smiled to my self and made my way to the platform.

'I hope you're using both hands to read that' I said as I passed.
'Have you read it'
'No.... but the Guardian review was pretty scathing'

On Night in Aber

That weekend should have been the last of my sick leave before i should have returned to work, and i was determined to make the most of it.

I got up early, taking Blod with me down to Harlech beech below the ruined hotel, the known as 'The Dai's. It was still dark and as the train wouldn't becoming for another hour I decided to walk along the railway track to Llandanwg halt.

I got on the near empty train and sat close to Barry, a care worker in Fairbourne. I managed to get on and off in Barmouth to hastily purchase The Guardian and a pint of milk.