We once reached Lewes minutes late, so we camped above the Ouse and listened to foxes patter through dew. The sky lit peach, gulls wheeled inland, and by the time cafés opened, our delay felt like a gift wrapped in light.
In a rainburst at Machynlleth, the station master smiled, drew a tiny map, and sent us to a footbridge we would have missed. Ten minutes saved, spirits lifted, and a lesson learned: always ask, because local kindness is a navigational superpower.
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