Here comes the night

A splendid evening, a bit fresh, a walk home from cub drop off.

Time to think after a frenetic day.

The romance of the night.

The romance of travel.

The romance of trains.

A link sent by a friend.

All leads to the night mail which recalls a time which we won't have again, especially with a privatised Royal Mail.

Oh, and that £1 bar of Whole Nut I purchased with the yoghurt in Morrisons. Can we keep that bit a secret?