The End Is On Time

No, I'm not talking about Brexit, that'll never be on time. It's my local station, in the foreground, that is closing. As scheduled, at midday tomorrow, it closes to be replaced by the brand new station in the background. It may look an insignificant distance but not to us, with an expected quadrupling of traffic we're quite pleased it won't be outside our front door anymore.

The new station's name will be easier to remember too, Carlsberg Station.

I wasn't the only one documenting the end, see extras.