My great-grandparents came from deepest, darkest Wiltshire. Well, Great Bedwyn anyway. It was always a grand day out to head down there in the '70s, it always seemed like a million miles away from Windsor.
About a month ago, I took the train to Bedwyn, got there about 1pm and cycled home, which was rather lovely.
Perversely, whilst it didn't seem as far home as I thought it would, the journey had a whole load more experiences than I ever expected.
About a month ago, I took the train to Bedwyn, got there about 1pm and cycled home, which was rather lovely.
Perversely, whilst it didn't seem as far home as I thought it would, the journey had a whole load more experiences than I ever expected.