Comments on: New Contest – Travel Stories From Britain http://www.britrail.com/blog/2009/05/new-contest-travel-stories-from-britain/ Travel to Britain by Train... Wed, 25 Aug 2010 18:01:21 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 By: angela http://www.britrail.com/blog/2009/05/new-contest-travel-stories-from-britain/#comment-354 angela Wed, 08 Jul 2009 13:31:25 +0000 http://www.britrail.com/blog/?p=912#comment-354 Thank you Ben! Please send entries to photocontest@britrail.net along with a picture. For complete details please visit http://www.britrail.com/community/contest Thank you Ben!

Please send entries to photocontest@britrail.net along with a picture.

For complete details please visit http://www.britrail.com/community/contest

]]> By: Ben http://www.britrail.com/blog/2009/05/new-contest-travel-stories-from-britain/#comment-344 Ben Wed, 08 Jul 2009 09:16:20 +0000 http://www.britrail.com/blog/?p=912#comment-344 Leaving London is never a hard thing to do: escaping all the beauty and history seems a necessity after a few days. My nervous system completely overloaded, I head for the countryside or (even better) the seaside. Where better to go than Bristol? The journey doesn't take that long and it's impossible to keep your eyes dry, overlooking the landscape and concluding that it is no use trying to escape your senses in this country. I am swept away by memories that must originate from former lives... It's like I never left the places that I pass. The regular humming of the train-engine makes dozing of into magic imagery even more accessible. So I let myself get carried away once more. I'm like a sponge that soaks up history to the point of almost drowning. But it's the best of emotions! I guess I feel at home in Britain, especially when I'm making a railroad-trip. Please don't ever stop - and I'll promise to be a poet. BD. Leaving London is never a hard thing to do: escaping all the beauty and history seems a necessity after a few days. My nervous system completely overloaded, I head for the countryside or (even better) the seaside. Where better to go than Bristol?
The journey doesn’t take that long and it’s impossible to keep your eyes dry, overlooking the landscape and concluding that it is no use trying to escape your senses in this country. I am swept away by memories that must originate from former lives… It’s like I never left the places that I pass.
The regular humming of the train-engine makes dozing of into magic imagery even more accessible. So I let myself get carried away once more. I’m like a sponge that soaks up history to the point of almost drowning. But it’s the best of emotions! I guess I feel at home in Britain, especially when I’m making a railroad-trip. Please don’t ever stop – and I’ll promise to be a poet.
BD.

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