Slow train to Exeter
It was a warm July afternoon that brought home what scientists had been telling us quietly, and Greta had been screaming at us for a number of years. Matt was regretting that he hadn’t taken enough notice of the timetable when he booked the trip. He’d ended up with three and a half hours on a stuffy, noisy local train instead of two, in air conditioned comfort following the route of God’s Wonderful Railway , built by his hero, Brunel. Suddenly his phone pinged and he looked at his messages. [UNKNOWN]……..”Help me Matt!” He wasn’t expecting to meet anyone nor was there anyone he could think could need his help. Intrigued, he replied… [MATT]…………..”Who are you? How can I help?” [UNKNOWN] …‘I think that you may find this hard to believe but I seem to have been searching for you for at least half my lifetime. MATT……….….But who are you? [UNKNOWN]…..I have had many names over the time from my concept to my birth and beyond but none mean anything now, I just need your help