Rush hour was picking up, the Central Line heaving with people...platforms emptying only slowly due to the crush of people trying to pass through narrow tunnels.


This is not the best time to ask for a favour of fellow commuters - people too frazzled. Managed the one shot on the platform between trains. I had though about taking a wander from Chancery Lane back into Hatton Garden, the diamond district, but it was dark and cold, and I had a train to catch at the other end of town.  After the surge of memories at Wood Lane, I'd had enough old ghosts awakened for the day.

Plunged back into the meat grinder that was the Central Line at rush hour, stopping to hop out at Holborn to get more pictures of the fascias.  Not easy as had to wait each time for the crowd to subside, and a distinctly unfriendly watching of my photographic activity.  Perhaps in this instance further questioning of my activity averted due to my pink hair - had I been of a browner skin tone would people have been even more aggressive? - so far no terrorist have been goths.

 Again, I'll put this down to the bad mood commuting at rush hour that settles upon even the most reasonable of people. The density of the crowd, and announcement of delays to various lines, meant my abundance of time to get to Paddington unexpectedly shrunk to desperate rush.  Watched from my position squashed against the door as the moscaics of TCR washed past in glorious  primary colours smeared across my retina.  I had been hoping to get more pictures of them as well as Holborn, but time too pressing so changed at Oxford Circus for the Bakerloo and made the train home to Bodmin with scant moments to spare...