Yesterday I changed trains at a country railway station. I had time to walk right to the end of the platform.
Someone is trying:
The sparrows living under and in the footbridge shouted at one another with sociable vulgarity and the more distant (and more tuneful) blackbirds sang.
Birmingham New Street. I had forgotten that it is literally a hole:
Lunch was simple but very welcome when I arrived.
I realised that it was the very first time I have eaten out of doors this year; although to take this photo I had to weigh the toast down with a spoon so it wouldn’t blow away.