Wrexham; Friday, 28 June, 2019

I’d been at a work conference in Liverpool all day, so once that had finished and I’d been able to pack everything away I headed down to the station to grab a bite to eat and then catch my train over into Wales.

Normally from Liverpool I’d have to change trains at Chester, but there is a random train in the early evening each weekday that runs through direct, and I was booked onto that train. I’d arrived on the platform early to ensure I could get a good seat as I thought it would be busy, but in the end the train was half empty the whole way, though a good number of people making the through trip.

From the station it was a short walk up onto the main road and then straight back down again to my hotel, where because of all my work luggage I was the last person off the train to arrive and consequently had to join a queue to check-in.

The whole day had been quite hot and humid, and waiting in reception hadn’t helped so I was a little concerned as to how warm the room would be. I didn’t need to worry, as soon as I opened the room door a blast of really cold air hit me. The aircon had clearly been put on by the cleaners earlier in the day and by now it was positively frozen in there.

I changed out of my work suit and spent a little time cooling down in the room before wandering down to the on-site restaurant for a very light dinner before heading back to my room and an early night.