this particular rail journey first in many countless seasons arriving at Bodmin Parkway where Dad used to see me off many moons gone now ... A journey through quintessential villages with the individual majestic churches and their spires, Whilst in South Devon ...the skirt round of coast and moor with the rich red soil. And high up up on the viaducts, the span of patchwork fields dotted with trees far far off to the horizon for miles...
Absolutely beautiful land, sea, city scapes in many hues despite the blues.
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