Bradford-on-Avon

The great Wessex Adventure continued, but not as expected. Hedgie and I were expecting to get off the train at Avoncliff, however even though we were in the first coach (as instructed), the doors didn’t open. Turns out that we needed to be at the very front of the train, even though the platform was long enough to support our doors being opened. So, annoyingly, we were taken to the next station. Bradford-on-Avon. Getting off the train, it was hard to be upset. Like Freshford, there were many station signs of various classic stylings. Plus the station was really nicely maintained.

The signalling issues at Bristol were really starting to show their impact, however, as the station was rather crowded. Undeterred, we managed the shoo the public out of the way of each sign long enough to get our shots. We then also had a chat with a lovely lady who wondered what we were up to. She didn’t want a photo, though. We then had to buy a single back to Avoncliff (really cheap ones thanks to the Two Together railcard) and await the train back there. A delayed train, which ended up being packed. Not that we cared as we were stood at the front of the train, shadowing the guard to ensure we weren’t trapped on the train. A short but scenic journey dropped us off at our next stop…