London, UK
First train journey by myself and I thoroughly enjoyed the little taste of independence. Eerie scenes flashed by my window as the train sped across the landscape and I felt rather transfixed by the ghostly limbs of trees that passed me by. They stood, shrouded in mist, guarding the glassy expanses of water.
When the train arrived at Euston station I was greeted by dad and we made a quick get away to Canary Wharf for a bite to eat. The Christmas feel was stark, w...