THE FINAL DAY - SATURDAY 9TH APRIL
I awoke with some sadness that today was my last day of the trip. I had got used to sitting back in the luxury of First Class watching the country go by. The weather in Swansea was still wet as I gazed out of the window watching the city get ready for the day. I went down to the buffet breakfast which was, well, OK. I'm sure Gordon Ramsay wouldn't have liked it but it filled a spot. On departure and keen not to get soaked on the 15 minutes walk to the station, I enquired at reception about taxis. The guy very kindly called one for me which arrived in about a minute flat and off we went. £1.70 was the fare. Bargain! I gave him £2.50 though. ☺
I sat in a very quiet station waiting for the 0915 ATW service to Swansea, formed of a 1 coach 153. Out we pulled past the Liberty Stadium and the new Hitachi factory and through the damp suburbs towards Llanelli. Soon I was looking over to the Gower where I spent my first ever camping trip in 2007 with my then girlfriend. We stayed on the south side of the Gower at Three Cliffs Bay, and if you've never been, go! It is stunning. Anyway, fond memories aside, I appear to be digressing.
I had opted for a backwards facing seat at Swansea to save a seat change at Llanelli, as from there the train reverses out for the Heart of Wales line. A very pleasant young girl came along with her refreshments trolley, which I wasn't expecting to see so I bought a cup of tea and a chocolate bar. We soon reached the little town of Pontarddulais whose station sign I had to get a photo of. The company I worked for at the time had a branch there and one of the guys in our office was originally from Rochdale. He couldn't pronounce Pontarddulais in the Welsh way, opting instead for "Ponty-doo-lace". Imagine that said in a broad but slow Lancashire accent! He got some stick and we even used to sing "Is this the way to Ponty-doo-lace" whenever he walked in. Anyway, I'm digressing again.
The Heart of Wales line, although lovely to be fair, wasn't quite as picture postcard as I was expecting. I suppose I'd been spoilt with the Mallaig line, but that said it was pleasant enough, apart from some guy who using his phone everytime we had signal, to call all his friends to tell them his girlfriend wasn't now coming to Shrewsbury as she missed the train. I wouldn't mind but he felt the need to repeat himself on every call. I and others were getting a bit fed up of it. After an otherwise nice trip on the Heart of Wales line I changed at Church Stretton for a train to Hereford. I could (I think) have changed at Craven Arms but it was a cold day and the wait at Church Stretton was less. Soon I was on a very busy ATW 175 for the short hop through Ludlow and Leominster to Hereford.
In Hereford with over an hour to kill I walked across to Morrison's for some lunch before slowly walking back to the station for the 1515 (from memory) GWR HST to London Paddington. I still had a fair time to wait but it soon passed, and before I knew it I was sat in the comfort of their high backed leather seats.
The journey was very quiet with First Class practically deserted as I enjoyed Herefordshire pass by before the Malvern Hills came into view. I didn't realise that at the weekends there was no 'At Seat Service' so I went to the buffet car and collected some freebies and purchased a couple of cans of beer for the trip. It amazed me how frequent we were stopping, at such little places in the Cotswolds. Villages that had a direct HST to London. Impressive! After Oxford we sped down the Thames Valley to Reading, had a slight wait in Slough as we were early and then we seemed to crawl through West London to Paddington.
The Bakerloo Line was closed when I got there although I needed the Circle or H&C lines to get to King's Cross. I didn't realise the entrance for these was way back down a platform! I had a few minutes to wait and the platform was heaving. I had hoped to get an earlier train, thinking there was one just after 7pm. I missed this by 2 minutes so got the 1930 VTEC Bradford Forster Square service after a trip to the off-licence across the road for some more beer.
Before we left I sat there with mixed emotions. I was looking forward to my own bed again, an Indian takeaway, not carting my rucksack around, and most of all a good sleep in the following morning. I was also really going to miss travelling around. I'd had a great week, crammed lots of places in. To think one morning I woke in Holyhead, went to bed that night at home in Wakefield , but went to Norfolk via London in between. To think also one night I went to bed on a sleeper train in the West Highlands, knowing that the next night again I'd be in Wakefield, but I'd be travelling all the way down to the Isle of Wight first. Quite amazing really!
So, the final journey north. The refreshments came round several times courtesy of the ever attentive hosts. Each time I opted for a can of Coke which went straight into my bag and then my fridge when I got home. I enjoyed a lovely smoked salmon and creamed cheese sandwich which was served that quickly, even a couple who alighted at Stevenage got to have one. I sat back and enjoyed the journey listening to music on my phone and after what seemed like no time at all, Wakefield Westgate was upon me. I left the train and had a strange feeling that this little piece of card that cost me £731 and had got me all across the UK, was now nothing more than a little piece of card. I felt somewhat deflated, but so so glad that I'd done this trip.
I hope you've enjoyed reading.