I do love a train journey and I’m on one now; Glasgow to Manchester Piccadilly. Rather alarmingly I got an email last night to tell me that my 9.06 train was cancelled but I was allowed to hop onto the next service, forty minutes later. The train manager was very helpful, letting us know via the announcement system on what platform various connections could be found. At one point she got on the tannoy to reproach someone for smoking between two carriages; she spoke more in sorrow than in anger and said “I didn’t think I would need to tell anyone not to smoke.” I was very suspicious of the lady across from me who had disappeared along the carriage just before the announcement, but she appeared back looking innocent and carrying a cup of coffee from the café. She could just have been very brazen though.
My change of trains was at Preston and I was very impressed with its freshly painted smartness. I love these old stations in the north of England; their beautiful honey-coloured brickwork and vaulted glass roofs.
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