Late departure for me this morning. Boarded a fast train and off we set ... to Radlett. Hang on, we're not supposed to be stopping here. We sat, we waited, and we waited some more. Driver informs us that there is a points problem (well I suppose it was a bit chilly) and that we would only be going as far as St P. Could've been worse I suppose.
Off we set, rattled across some working points and slunk into the overground station, next to the mighty Eurostars. I could almost feel the train's yellow face turning FCC pink with shame.
4 carriage cattle train on the way home. Described as a mobile veal crate by a fellow passenger. Spot on, I thought.
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