Nestled within the sanctuary of my own garden, I relish the luxury of complete privacy, stripped back to nature’s simplicity. There is something deeply liberating about feeling the warmth of the sun on bare skin, a gentle breeze whispering through the trees. Then, as if on cue, the rhythmic chuffing of the Festiniog steam railway approaches, the distant hiss and plume of white smoke heralding its arrival. It glides along the bottom of the garden, a moving piece of history framed by the greenery, adding an almost surreal charm to the tranquil scene. The mix of natural freedom and the nostalgic beauty of the steam train brings a sense of wonder that is quietly magical.