17:03....... Kings Cross and a leisurely walk to the concourse where 'platform six' is showing. I make my way towards platform six, and enter, spotting a vacant seat next to a Jean clad young man. He us reading the sports page of the Evening Standard. I gaze out of the window and smiled
Why?
It's still light outside. I can see and appreciate things normally taken for granted (and probably will be once the winter nights have departed)
Ok! Ok!
Darkness will probably have fallen by the time we reach St Neots..........
I gaze out of the window again and .........yes, darkness is already showing me who's the boss