The next town north of Llwyngwril is Fairbourne, and they have their own heritage train that runs along the estuary between Fairbourne and Barmouth. There is a ferry that goes from the end of the line to Barmouth, so we decided to do that. It was a hot, sunny day (not often you get to say that of Wales).
This was our last full day in Llwyngwril, and I was already feeling misty about leaving.
Who we’re missing. Our friend Carrie was caring for our girl during our trip.Penultimate breakfast.The last rose.Perspective sucks, but there ya go.
We too the train to the train, then the train to the ferry.
The tiny steam train!You can see the “big” train in the background!
I rode this part by myself, as David was awaiting me in Barmouth.Water ferry to Barmouth. I was glad I had my stick!Fabulous hills in the distance, and the rail bridge between towns.
A man and a tiny train.Hi, conductor! Our host, Larry, was a conductor of this little train, along with his many other historical train jobs over the decades.Tiny happy place.Larry and Margaret and a train thing.Close up of the train thingThe book! David ordered a copy. So much about the train line, Llwyngwril, and Larry is credited as a contributor!
We had dinner with Larry and Margaret, and lots of wine! I was glad were able to spend a little more time with them.
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