From Hackney to Hendrefoelan
Moving out of the bright lights of London town, a majority of which were police sirens to be fair. Onto the M4 and across the tooth paste coloured bridge into Cyrmu was a trip I had done on a fair few occasions. This time I wasn't going for a football match, to see family for a cracking lunch or a funeral. Rather to enter university life. Four months down the line, to say I'm chuffed would be an understatement.
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