Town Mouse

A Roly-poly dis­as­ter

Country Life Every Week - - Town & Country -

IN my trav­els, I’m often com­pelled by de­lays to use sta­tion plat­forms as of­fices. It’s in­con­ve­nient and fre­quently frus­trat­ing, but, this week, three sta­tion waits gave me un­ex­pected plea­sure.

East Mid­lands Park­way hud­dles im­prob­a­bly be­neath eight vast power-sta­tion cooling tow­ers. Splen­didly bathed in evening sun­shine, I be­came quite en­am­oured of them by the end of an hour. Two days later, New­cas­tle was an ex­hil­a­rat­ing con­trast. Here, I es­caped from the com­muters bustling to work and joined a small group of trainspot­ters at the end of a plat­form. While they en­joyed the lo­co­mo­tives, I ad­mired the keep of the neigh­bour­ing cas­tle. Fi­nally, there was the ru­ral peace of Al­n­mouth. Lo­cals con­versed cheer­fully across the silent tracks and I de­cided to go in search for a cup of tea. My de­lay, I was kindly as­sured at the caravan shop, was noth­ing to the one caused ear­lier in the week by a sui­cide on the line.

One of these pro­longed waits saved me from the task of preparing a chil­dren’s cos­tume of a Roly-poly Bird for school. I was in­wardly con­grat­u­lat­ing my­self on the re­lease un­til it emerged that colour­ful plumage had been cut from a pile of cru­cial pa­pers that—with no one to pro­tect them—had been gath­ered from my desk. JG

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