has a distinctly 1950s feel. A journey back on a train with a broken buffet car and brakes that smell ...of burning brake pads. Then home to a power cut and a dinner of luke-warmed stew with bread and butter ...by candlelight. The wine is good tho and I still have 38 percent of battery life on my iPad.
Make that 32 percent now.
Like a ghost at dawn Last night's waning Moon Still haunting the sky As the early morning train Is lit by the rising Sun
(Prompted by crossing the River Stour at Manningtree on an early morning Norwich to London Liverpool Street express.)