Crewe Station

Crewe Station.  A characterless, soul-less place.  As one who has sat on the miserable, drafty platforms for hours, it’s understandably difficult for me to conjour up colourful images of expectation and excitement common to those embarking on an adventure.  But surely the heartfelt emotion from thousands of leave takings and arrivals should have seeped into the walls and permeated the consciousness of the modern traveller? Perhaps.  But if it has, it hasn’t resonated with me. I suspect that transitory nature of trains and passengers merely passing through on their way to other more exotic destinations, has defined it ultimately as cheerless