small crowd, of smokers and drinkers

        Friday 4 August two thousand and sixteen.

        Wet outside, the relaxing sound of drops in the dark, that rain drizzling down slowly, the sound of water in the drains.

        Outside.

        On the signal get up, as always, and wash. Raincoat day today.

        There is no cat, it has probably found somewhere else to sleep. Maybe in the sons room.

        Down the stairs, into the dark alley. There is low heavy cloud today, letting out a steady light rain. Heavy downpours are forecast for today,.

        Sodden glistening streets, reflecting the different colour. of lamplight. All the little slippery stone squares

        Take the punctual bus to the station, pass all the sleeping business and the buildings with all the sleeping people. The tyres are loud with the wet, the air in the bus is humid and warm.

        Because of the rain, the railway station forecourt is bereft of it's usual crowd, 

well........,

 small crowd, of smokers and drinkers.

        The Indian girl in the café smiles happily, the man with the shaven hair takes the order and the money.

        go directly out to the Train, it is already waiting on platform four, empty, as yet.

        Find a seat, and write this account, till the

- train is ready to move on through. a grey dim

miserable rainy landscape, all the crops either growing or harvested.

The colours are all blackened, and dim, the lack of light, and it's near complete lack of direction.