Waterloo Station boasts very this impressive entrance which doubles as a memorial to the railwaymen who served during the Great War. A fantastic offering for the many men who fell, their names are listed just inside the entrance. The armies in France required professional railway operators specifically for the British forces. These ensured the goods and men reached the intended area on mainline and light railways throughout the British lines. Hard work, under fire often, just as dangerous as well as those who served in the army directly. The picture is difficult to obtain because of the road traffic behind. Most using this station will enter and leave by the underground entrances rather than this door, I wonder how many who do come this way stop to look?
In spite of carrying a ludicrously heavy bag I wandered through the maze of tunnels under the street to the embankment in an attempt to obtain a picture or two. Naturally the drizzle came down, the place was crowded with damp tourists getting in the way, I was tired, afraid of missing the train connection and found the whole experience of being back in London quite unsettling. For 21 years I lived here, I thought I knew the place and was disconcerted to discover how my unfit hulk could no longer run about like I used to here. What would have taken ten minutes now appeared to take for ever! The bag did not help of course.
This colossal brute was not here in my day. Who dumped this here? And why is there a long, damp, queue waiting in the drizzle to climb aboard and slowly go around in a circle aboard this creature? A view from high up can be a marvellous experience but I wonder about being trapped in a space bubble while doing so myself. It seems somewhat out of place against the huge imperialist buildings and associated history all around it.
I made it to Waterloo on the two hour and five minute journey from Bournemouth. Because of engineering work on the line between here and Poole the trains were often using the wrong platforms. This meant I followed instructions on one platform and almost ended up aboard this train which landed in Manchester! Good job that porter was there! The difference in the people aboard the intercity trains and those on the underground remains notable. While there are some similarities the step down from the train to the tube is like entering a dark world, a darkness not caused by being in a tunnel either. I'm just glad I used the new Jubilee line and not the old Northern! Could I live there now? Even if I had the money I wonder if I could cope.
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