Some mornings I walk along to the station next to where I work to buy some lunch. And photograph this space. I love the light, the patterns and what people are doing here. Spectacularly compelling. Well for me, anyway. But then I bloody love railway stations.
The Great Western Rail experience;
“Hello, can I have a cheese and tomato toastie on crusty farmhouse white bread, please?”
“Sorry, but we don’t have any tomatoes.”
“Ah, never mind. Toasted cheese then.”
“Er, we are out of cheese”.
“Oh. Toast then.”
“Yes, but it will have to be brown bread.”
For further great British food tales see Everyday at 8pm.
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