Looking Up, An Old Friend

Today was about revisiting things. I had to visit London and then head further afield. I also head to have a lengthy conversation at a mainline terminus - in Middlesex (sort of) - and got to spend some time remembering the delightful verse of John Betjeman

"Gaily into Ruislip Gardens
Runs the red electric train,
With a thousand Ta's and Pardon's
Daintily alights Elaine;
Hurries down the concrete station
With a frown of concentration,
Out into the outskirt's edges
Where a few surviving hedges
Keep alive our lost Elysium - rural Middlesex again."