Lines everywhere

Train lines, roof lines, buildings, the platform, and the trains themselves. There seemed to be so many lines to look at as I waited for my connection at Basingstoke station this afternoon.
Not much else to blip there, so I had a coffee and read a magazine, sent a text and the time came to board the train from Waterloo.
It was a long journey home from Cheshire, and the trains were full, but I had a seat and read most of a novel, which I wouldn't have been able to do on the motorway!