The doubt crept in, as the marshall service crept past newport station. The 'short delay' did nothing but reinforce the apparent insanity of this decision.

But then, those familiar terrace houses flashed past the windows, as the rounded the bend, and i found myself smiling.

Despite the fact that i'm an hour late, and this desolate station yields nothing but the chilling wind and a nagging sense of being stranded, i WANT to be here.