So, it begins. I’m sitting on a train which is far too warm, as is always the case with Arriva Trains Wales. Oh for the good old days, when it was actually possible to open a window!

I’ve got three joyous* hours aboard this rattling mobile sauna, which serves as a fine reminder of all that is wrong with public transport.

However, it does appear to be on time, so perhaps I shouldn’t complain. From Birmingham, it’s a mere two hours on what I hope will be a nice, fast train. I’ll then have some time to explore our capital, though with my huge backpack, I don’t feel too inclined to wander far…

More news as it happens.