This morning I face a dilemma.
I should, according to my rules, start today’s walk where I left off yesterday: in the village of Tre’r-ddol. But that means a bus ride and I really, really want to take the train instead. Why? Because the railway line runs where there is neither road nor footpath, right along the edge of the estuary of the Afon Dyfi.
And so I drive into Machynlleth, park my car, and catch the little train to Borth. I’m glad I did. The journey is beautiful and Borth station is lovely, with bright flowers and a platform that overlooks open fields.
















