Lost

Someone's going to be wondering where their toothbrush is tonight. In case it's you: it's at Exeter St David's station.

Arg the train back to Devon today was hideous. There were no seats from Cheltenham Spa and I sat for a few hours on the floor outside the toilet. Very grim. In the end I got off at Exeter, grabbed a much needed brew and then took the slow train down to the bay. Much more civilised.