End of the Line

Tywyn Wharf Station.  The end of the line ... or is it the beginning?

I was just passing through, picking up Ruth's stuff before the journey home.  En route Amy and I called in at QAC to drop off Ruth's stuff ... the girl herself came later by 'big train.'

A long drive, a long day, a long and difficult year.  

I think I have reached the end of the line myself.