The western concourse at Kings Cross station

Ian and I got up late and had time to chat and compare notes over breakfast and several cups of coffee. I was beginning to feel a bit rough as I appeared to have succumbed to the lurgy which Helena has been suffering with all last week.

I had a train to catch from Paddington, so when I left I walked about two hundred yards from Ian's flat to Kings Cross station. I thought I would wander around the new buildings there before catching the bus to Paddington station.

I walked right around the new western concourse, which I have seen and admired before. Although it has been photographed countless times, I do like this view as it not only shows the structural design well, but also the people using the space , whether hurrying or just standing and staring up at the patterns, as I was prone to do.

The rest of the journey home to Stroud was crowded but easy, and as usual I was cheered by the sight of the Golden Valley, when the train emerges from the long tunnel high up on the hillside near Sapperton, which always tells me I am nearly home. It is a spectacular railway journey down the valley, as it winds past historic industrial mill buildings, through woodlands and hamlets, fields and meadows. I also noticed some unusual views of familiar places to explore another day. There is always another day, or so it seems.