June 14th – at the other end of my morning commute is South Wigston Station, Leicester. A forlorn, lonely and thoroughly isolated station, it has no staff or information system, and serves only a few trains each day, with a stopping service every 2 hours. It looks pleasant and green today, but in winter and at night it’s cold, solitary and intimidating place. It’s the worst station I use on a regular basis. A thoroughly awful facility.

