The dreamily scenic train journey from Exeter St Davids to Plymouth is ingrained in my memory. It’s the kind of train journey that makes you to say ‘I love taking the train!’ for years after, even when you don’t really. When I was a university student in Exeter, I used to travel to nearby Plymouth for nights out – but it was always more about the journey rather than the destination. The route traverses Devon’s rolling hills and the edge of its jagged coastline; a trip somehow even more beautiful in the rain. I recently returned to Plymouth for a weekend, for the first time in years. For once, it was more about the destination than the journey. I was interested to see to what extent the city – with a population of almost 260,000, the biggest in Devon – met with prior impressions.