08:20.......... The train arrives and I was lucky enough to find a seat. I sit and strip off my coat and gloves and settle down for the fifty minutes ride to Kings Cross
I gaze out of the moving train and can see fields, slightly blue sky and the sun........... yes, the sun is gently smiling, perhaps a subtle sign to reassure me that I should remember that there's a purpose, a reasoning to everything that happens beyond our control.
Stevenage brings more commuters but no vacant seats for them, so like some of my St Neotsian comrades, they have no choice but to stand