Railway stations age like old words. With every repetition we precipitate new meaning.

Broadstairs

So there ought to be another train in... Wait a moment.

Chalgrove

I've lost sight of him again.

Appleby

Here I am.

Broadstairs

In an hour or so. Eighty minutes.

We're in a country town very welcoming to visitors. Too many of its fine men fled to Hughenden, so in 1848 they made this terminus in a Tudor style. For sure, it facilitates departures, but secretly it invites us to stay.

Broadstairs

Anyone hungry?

Appleby

I'd like to wander around first.

Chalgrove

Let's not forget, we need to keep an eye on the time.