![]() Before now, the closest thing to a mountain I’d ever seen was a sand dune on Camber Sands. They’re all around, as though the village was dropped into the middle of a big fat cushion. Massive, looming bulges of land – mountains, I suppose – have stolen most of the sky. ![]() He got us some library books with pictures of fields and hedgerows with little houses dotted around. I straighten Ronnie’s tag and we join the back of the line.ĭad said we’d be able to see for miles and miles in the countryside. We’ve been through three stations today – from Paddington to Cardiff Central to here. I don’t know why it’s not as if it’s going back to London. I watch it pull away and my heart squeezes a bit. The guard blows his whistle and the train hoots back. And what I can see is clear and blue, not the never-ending rain clouds we were told we’d get in Wales. There isn’t as much sky as I thought there’d be. ![]() CHAPTER ONE A DIFFERENT TYPE OF COUNTRYSIDE ![]()
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