Train travel gave me my independence.
In my early twenties, it opened up a version of the world I hadn’t thought possible. It was the first time I realised I could travel solo as a disabled person, with assistance in place, navigating unfamiliar stations and cities on my own terms. Week after week, I travelled up and down the UK for work, building confidence with every journey. There was a quiet satisfaction in arriving somewhere new, knowing I’d made it happen myself.
