End of the line...

I was just finished wandering around blipping things, I had a good picture of a tree silhouetted against the morning sun, a nice set of early daffodil shoots. As I was leaving, happy with my efforts, this train ticket caught my eye. I couldn't help taking a picture. The nearest train station was miles away and the nearest car park was a good 10 minute walk, how did it get there? I can only guess but maybe it was a wild, boozy journey to london and back, maybe it was an early morning commute or perhaps it never even made it onto a train, much to the distress of whoever bought it. Either way, December the 27th was the best day of its life, it's not going anywhere now.