The train home was so jam packed, I couldn’t see my stop, and by the time I had barged my way past three or four passengers and alighted on the platform, I realised – like Dorothy – things weren’t quite right. I had got off one station too early, at Croxton.
At least I was able to capture an adorned wall and alleyway which I had spied from the train carriage many times before. And I needed the extra exercise walking home too.
