To me it's always a railway station, never a train station. And railway stations are always exciting places, an air of purpose, arrivals from adventures, departures to visit old friends, somehow the romance of steam lingers on in diesel.
And the cafes, now they used to be known as the buffet, when did that change? And when did the stale sandwich and slopped cup of stewed tea poured from a huge pot combo change? 1964? Ah, nostalgia! The Traveller's Rest shows us the modern face of railway catering. We're talking privately run, with wooden floors, with sofas, with neat little tables from those of us who like to do things properly, with newspapers to read. We're talking light and airy. We're talking special offer on toasted teacake and hot drink AND they bring it to your table so you don't have to struggle AND both teacake and drink were lovely.
It was just so civilised, so railway! And on a quirky note, a pigeon walked (yes, walked) in, roamed round the sofas and finding not so much as a crumb to tempt him, he walked out again. They train their pigeons well down in Middlesbrough,
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