I love railway stations.* I love the sense they always give me of setting off for somewhere; the potential for adventure.
I love the prosaic exoticism of the lists of stations that I shall probably never visit, each of them home to hundreds of people I shall never meet.
I love the numbers and the patterns, the lists and the things you can remember. I could so easily have been a trainspotter, if someone had introduced me to it at an impressionable age.
And I particularly liked this announcement board at Leeds last night, which gave the time of the train at each intermediate station. I hope that's something that will be rolled out more widely.
*Except Birmingham New Street, of course.
Well stuck, and then rescued.
2 weeks ago