Scarborough to Hull
Carpe diem; as an Oscar-chasing Robin Williams might whisper over your shoulder. Life is short. I’m fast approaching thirty and have thus far achieved none of the life goals I’d […]
Carpe diem; as an Oscar-chasing Robin Williams might whisper over your shoulder. Life is short. I’m fast approaching thirty and have thus far achieved none of the life goals I’d […]
Retford station is where dreams go to die. To wait there is to step into the Narnia of the rail network, you will wait hours, maybe days for a connecting […]
In a coffee shop, by the Arrivals gate at Stansted Airport, I sit and watch as a succession of holiday-makers stumble back into the real world. They emerge from the […]
Sheffield; the last of the morning commuters traipse up the hill, reflected in the water and steel of the cascade that lines Sheaf Square. On the fringes of this reworked […]
Up on the platform a member of staff is wrestling with timetable sheets in the breeze. With one strong gust he gets a face full of Cleethorpes to Manchester Airport […]
Train tickets are over-priced. We know this because every so often commuters on leafy suburban platforms appear on television news to tell us so. Telling us how hard it is […]
On appearances Scarborough sunshine could easily be mistaken for a carbon monoxide leak; folk sunbathe where they fall – on roofs, in car-parks, beside benches. Wherever the sun wins out […]
It’s raining. Again. It has been raining constantly for the best part of a fortnight, so long that I have long begun to suspect I am inadvertently starring in a […]
“It’s not like it was in my day,” pensioners are fond of saying, which is lucky for them, because if it were, they would be dead. Folk, you see, are […]
I board this train at five to nine, just as rush hour is slowing to its victory lap. The go-getters, the achievers, the business-minded folk of this world, or to […]