We travelled across from Toronto to Vancouver on The Canadian, and it was magical. I have so many wonderful memories of the journey, but can't for the life of me remember what I wore in bed! We had our own little toilet and basin cubicle anyway, but had to share a shower just down the corridor. I do remember splashing the clothes I'd taken to wear once and having to scamper back wrapped in a towel - and naturally that was the only time I bumped into another traveller (male, of course).
My favourite memory is of rocking gently in my bunk, hearing the ghostly train whistles across the prairie - it brought me out in goosepimples.
Another assassination attempt on Donald Trump
Utterly fascinating film on iplayer - Garden of 1000 bees
have you ever been mistaken for a race/ethnicity/ancestry that you are not?
You swap sleeping positions with your pet , where are you sleeping tonight?



