Outside, fine but dull grey mists leave the ground chilled. Inside the rapidly moving train people engage with electronic devices. No more friendly conversations with people thrown together for two hours around the compact tables of a second class coach. Each of the passengers around the table is sealed inside their own private space. Sometimes, when I look up, I see the woman with the short blond hair looking at me . Perhaps she wonders what I tap into one note on my little machine. Does she intuite that I write of her? Perhaps she is relieved she is not forced to converse with me?
The clouds become less dense and the warmer light behind penetrates through. The train continues through the heart land of the country.
As I often do on the train, I listen to an episode of Desert Island Discs. I choose June Brown, the actress, now aged 90 years old. Her relationship with music is engaging. I think she would need conversation should she share a train table, though I suspect I would need to upgrade to first class
I walk From Euston to St Pancras down Phoenix St accompanied now by Catlin Moran doing her Desert Island Discs. Two very different but equally engaging women. Caitlin, I am sure would chat away the whole journey, should she happen to sit down at my table or walk between stations with me.
Settled on the fast train to the East Kent Coast, I pull out my paperback and ponder why I am fascinated by the places and spaces in between.