Four trains clank in, fill up with beach‐folk destined for Barry Island, and then roll out. Then ours arrives and there's two boys who tell the conductor they want to go to the island, and he won't tell them, but I do, that they've got to change trains, but they don't believe me, so I raise my voice, a little, and then two other passengers say the same and off they get. I don't expect a thank you, don't get one.