By Benjamin J. Butler
I feel a little like Bill Bryson, the travel author who wrote Notes from a Small Island about his trip around the UK. I have been away from England since the 1990s and although I have returned frequently, my visits have always been like whistlestop tours: meetings in the City of London and time with the family in Hampshire. And I have never spent more than one or two weeks. Now I am on a train South West down to Totnes, Devon. It's not exactly going the speed of a Korean KTX or a Japanese Shinkansen, but it feels faster than the last time I took this train probably 20 years ago. Though I don't really care as it's such a delight to watch all the passing green fields. In some strange way, even though there is an old familiarity to all of this, I feel like an ... Log in or subscribe to continue reading.
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