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I suppose, without me realizing it, High St, Glasgow has become one of my favourite stations.

It helps that it is in a cutting and therefore sheltered from the wind, but the curve to the east gives good screeching and the tunnel to the west adds an air of mystery. It's a bit run down and overgrown which lends it a little character, the squeaky doors on the footbridge ought to be listed, and the morning whiff of sizzling bacon from the tiny snack bar by the entrance completes its signature with a flourish.