Walking through the iconic 1930s building. A quiet and somewhat subdued atmosphere, lacking the frenetic pace of the permanent way terminus up the road. The passengers largely comprising of senior citizens, students and those generally on a limited budget. Large suitcases, exhausted individuals propped up against or on their luggage. A cheap snack bar (the ironic ‘Treats’) to fortify the long haul and staff on the forecourt going about their business in orange hi-vis vests from behind glass. A kind of transport zoo, the romance of ‘Cleethorpes or Crawley’ lost on those just keen to board and depart.