You know how it is. You’re wandering home after a party/networking evening where you failed to light up the place, tired – the kind of tired you get after wine and no food – you wander into the station and hear a knocking and hissing sound.
“Great,” you think, “I’m already starting to get a headache and now they’re doing engineering works and the train is probably cancelled and… etc.”
But as you wander towards the platform you are greeted by a sight you never thought you’d see at one of London’s busiest commuter stations – a steam engine. The tiredness miraculously evaporates and you run around like an excited child, snapping photos of a steam train and lots of men covered in soot.
The things I find on my way home, never cease to amaze me.