July 26th – All hell broke loose in the afternoon. I had to travel out to investigate an unexpected job. I returned at near enough 11pm by train to Bloxwich.
The night was warm, and the train and station quiet.
I prepared the bike and looked down the line. I was tired, no, worse than that, exhausted. But stood there in the LED light, feeling the night air and listening to – well, nothing – I felt I was near home.
For the first time since last winter, I had those late night feelings again.
What is it with me and railway stations at night?
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