Supper at the station

We spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening resting and cooling down from our walk in the sun. We also made tea, of course, though I will admit that I allowed mine to become tepid before I drank it, rather than drinking it hot, as I usually do.

The gull returns
The gull returns

The gull returned to the balcony and walked up and down the rail while casting speculative glances in our direction. A possible explanation for this is that a previous occupant of the room had fed him and that he comes back from time to time, hoping for a repetition. After a while, no doubt disappointed, he flew away.

The chip shop
The chip shop

What should we do for supper? We did not feel like a big meal in a cafe or restaurant but what were the alternatives? Our first essay was to look at the shelves of a corner shop, hoping to find sandwiches or other snacks. We drew a blank there. Then, nearby, we spotted a fish and chips shop where they also offered deep fried halloumi. Perfect!

The inner harbour at night
The inner harbour at night

Carrying our food in a bag we set off to find a bench to sit on to eat. (Fried food may be delicious but it has a strong smell and we preferred not to make our hotel room stink.)

Benches and tables in view
Benches and tables in view

Tigger has an intuition for these things (I sometimes think she should try water divining as I’m sure the results would be interesting…) and set off as though she knew where she was going. I tagged along, confident in her abilities. We reached the old Harbour Railway Station and there found picnic tables perfect for our need. (They belonged to a cafe but as this was closed, there was no harm in our using their furniture.)

Feast in a box
Feast in a box

We duly chomped our way through our meal-in-a-box in the pleasant and interesting surroundings of the refurbished station.

The station still looks like a station
The station still looks like a station

Even though the station has been cleaned and repainted, it still looks like a station and, especially at night, I found myself half-expecting to see a train arrive. It gave me a jolt to catch sight, out of the corner of my eye, of people walking by on what my mind identified as the tracks.

Looking along the “tracks”
Looking along the “tracks”

When we had finished our meal (and disposed of the the litter in the bin provided), we walked along the platform to the road at the end. When the station was working, there would have been a level crossing here but the gates were removed long ago. I took the above photo looking along what would have been the tracks but is now a two-lane path to town, which we followed earlier today.

A last look at the station
A last look at the station

No ghost trains appeared, no phantom whistles blew and no shadowy figures in railway uniform flitted in and out of the boarded up doors. The station was peaceful and quiet though with an atmosphere all its own.

We returned to the hotel for the rest of the evening, content with our day. Tomorrow we have other things to do but let tomorrow look after itself.

About SilverTiger

I live in Islington with my partner, "Tigger". I blog about our life and our travels, using my own photos for illustration.
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