Sunday, heading up the SWR line from Reading - and felt like a hillbilly living in a wooden shack up on a hill somewhere - because I headed across to that block of terminus platforms for the 9:18 to Gatwick. No sign of it - because it was (audibly) over the other side of the station on platform 15. Made it across though, and, I'm probably the last person, but now I know... I don't know if many others have that experience or how to address it apart from hitting prospective passengers with a clue-stick as they step off an escalator.

The train set off, and in the gloomy light, promptly ran past a series of vandalised broken-windowed graffiti'd 80s(?) office buildings - enough of them to make me wonder if it had run through a jump-gate into another reality, but noooooh, it was still 2026. This before alighting at... Wokingham and a trip into the unknown, across the land of the Atrebates, I was informed.

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