This evening after work we took the bus to a certain railway station. See if you can guess which one before I say its name.
As we approached our destination, we decided to stop for coffee at a rather special cafe. It is called Scooterworks or, to be precise, Scooterworks UK, to distinguish it from a US company of the same name. I have mentioned this place before.
The special features of this cafe are the motor scooters, bits of motor scooter, and scooter memorabilia that decorate the place, not forgetting at least two cats who do the rounds of the tables to make sure everything stays in order.
As we neared our goal, we walked along beside this queue of taxis slowly edging forward under an impeccable blue sky.
When nearly there, we saw this block of flats. It isn’t much of a clue unless you know the area intimately. I took the photo because I liked the texture of the brickwork and the skeletal spiral stairs at one end.
At the station, we joined the queue in this rather splendid ticket office. They don’t build them like this anymore. There are two ticket offices at this station, a big modern one, as bland and sterile as they as they usually are, and this smaller one, like a survival from a bygone age.
Did you guess that this was Waterloo station? We were there because we are going on a journey tomorrow. The fact that it is a week day suggests, correctly, that this is a courier run. But where are we going?
All will be revealed in due course!