A day around St Pancras
It was my mother's birthday today, and being a dutiful son I took her for lunch at the champagne bar at St Pancras. I have used the new station several times now. It has undergone an extraordinary transformation - quite how extraordinary, only those of us who remember the dirty, neglected station it used to be. It was magnificent even then, and a wonderful secret confined to those of us who caught trains to prosaic places like Wellingborough, Loughborough and Long Eaton. So there is a small, nostalgic part of me that regrets the transformation, but the larger and more ...