February 5th – Passing through Birmingham New Street Station on my way home, it was rush hour and the place was rammed, as usual.
Being a cyclist, I tend to hang out ant the periphery of the crowd, better to not get in the way.
I looked to my right as the train came in from my left, and realised that at peak time, the station had nobody visible and all the signals were on red.
A few seconds later, people appeared and broke the spell…
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