Buildings demolished, all that remains is a huge expanse of concrete; a paved field across which two men with briefcases walk briskly side by side, as if ten years late for a meeting.
Sited in the middle of nowhere, adjacent to nothing more than a footbridge and a dual carriageway – if this is all there is to central Telford you dread to think how lifeless the suburbs are.
A woman clutches a handbag too tightly. A man sleeps with his headphones in, and a half eaten baguette resting on his chest. Somewhere behind me an elderly lady makes an unhelpful phone call.
An early morning start; Paddington before 9am. Light floods in from the top of the arched station roof; pigeons flutter between the crumbs of concession stands as the PA system […]
Standing on the platform at Chesterfield I breathe a first icy breath and watch it float upwards towards the carved wood edges of the station canopy. On the hill above […]
Its mid February and in a London gripped by freezing temperatures for the past six weeks, a first glimpse of sun appears to have rendered the populace optimistic. It is […]
Climbing the stairs from the Underground station at London Liverpool Street an unexpected flapping of wings startles me from my weekend morning serenity as a pigeon swoops inches from my temple […]
Beneath the huge scrolling departures board at London Waterloo an American couple sit there seats apart on a bench trying to fathom which of the many trains shuffling across the […]