My leather briefcase at foot and Samsonite micro over my shoulder I surveyed the platform at Chippenham station on the mainline to London Paddington. There was no smoke billowing from engine stacks, or shunting, steam energy is traded for diesel electrical energy and baring down at great speed the screaming sound of massive engines. The train wouldn’t take me south to Anglesey, slightly east to London Paddington. I was far faraway from my childhood world in Australia, now residing in England and about to embark on one other train journey.
When I have a wedding band, I will in all …