To follow: Connections Part 2: ships that crash in the night
Paddington…he was never sure whether he loved or hated it. There was something about stations anyway; a kind of restless, anxious energy; people on the move, partings and reunions; sometimes it reminded him of a disturbed ants’ nest teeming with frantic movement. Airports were the same. The crowds waiting while their train was being ‘prepared’ whatever that meant, a quick clean and restocking of crisps and beer probably, while people stood around like dishevelled athletes waiting for the starting pistol. Everything was being done ………………..
