next stop cardiff Sat drinking my tea out of a Styrofoam cup in the café at Cardiff’s train station, I began to look back on my week in the City, and I couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of sadness, for the past five days I’d been a stranger on my own in a place a fair way from home, and yet I felt like part of the furniture, a complete parallel to my first impressions when I arrived that dreary Monday afternoon. When I first booked this trip I had this ideal thought of waking in the morning going for a run, spend the days exploring the home of two of my favourite telly shows, catch a rugby match and have a few leisurely beers at the bay, maybe catch a show at the
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