Mind the puddles

In our windowless department I was oblivious to the storm outside. Unfortunately by the time I'd been warned, I'd booked my train, so decided to brave it. I hopped over the puddle at the bottom of the steps, was greeted by a rat, who quickly retreated into the dry, and was soon giving up trying to avoid the puddles as my feet were quickly squelching in my trainers. The feet in the photo belong to a couple who'd had a trip out to Leeds from Donny for a few drinks, I think they were slightly regretting it as they headed back to the station, she was certainly regretting her choice of an emerald green bra under her white top... but we had a good laugh as we chatted on our way to our respective trains, splashing through the, by now, ankle deep puddles!