Gilliver's Travels
Peripatetic
Strolled down to the platform at 22.10 last night. Train pulled in, dead on time. EIGHT empty coaches. Had one to myself. Brighton in 10 minutes.
I'd imagined more than a dozen or so intrepid souls might have popped down to see if the [advertised] trains were running. Weird night.
I'd imagined more than a dozen or so intrepid souls might have popped down to see if the [advertised] trains were running. Weird night.