London — It was one of those frustrating mornings today when heading for Herne Hill, the station where I change trains so that I can come into St Pancras station rather than Victoria. It is my habit, as soon ...
Sevenoaks — I should have been getting on my train at this point in time, but the poor thing couldn’t cope with a slight frost making the rails a bit slippery, meaning it was 10 minutes late. Which at least gave...
Taking the shuttle to work reminds me of lousy school trips; riding a crumpled bus crowded with sleepiness and gossip.
The case of the missing train... and a cup of coffee
Day 6: Daily (walking) commute
And for one crystal clear moment, I don't hate Winter.
The day begins with rain, ends with rain. In between the faces of wet commuters, keeping warm—together.
Outside my window, in the ghastly rain there reigns a community of “whatever the weather” commuters and they inspire hope.
The dawn of a new day