As I travel around, I frequently come across something that stirs my interest. I cannot remember ever having been through Bristol Temple Meads, as I arrived at the railway station. As I was on the way to an appointment I was more interested in heading out and finding where I was going. I was a little unclear in which direction I initially needed to go so asked a man who worked at the station – he was extremely helpful, and then off I set, not looking back. I had noticed the railway ‘sheds’ where the trains used to go, and parts of the warm yellow stoned building, when I arrived, that was all. It was when I

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