July 29th – I came back from New Street to Shenstone, a run I do less these days since the Chase Line upgrade made those trains comparatively less crowded.
I forgot how much I love coming home through Shenstone, a great station to start and end any journey from.
I note that of the twin towers of St Johns, only the modern Gothic horror is visible above the rooftops; the older, earlier tower – the last remnants of a more handsome church – is shrouded by trees as is usual in summer.
I guess I’ll have to wait until autumn to see the twin towers again.
I’ve always adored this view in summer or winter…