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There is wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.
Nought warm where your hand was,
Nought gold where your hair was,
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.
Cold wind where your voice was,
Tears, tears where my heart was,
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.
November by Walter de la Mare
'I have seen the face of the devil. I prised open his slippery mandible, and peered into his gaping maw as the acrid talons of his breath tore away at my flesh and hair until I was left quivering against the wind, having glimpsed cruelty in its rawest form.'
In fact, this is how a writer described getting a Great Western train from Paddington to Cornwall on a bank holiday once.
Travelling by train or bus in many poor countries is often seen to be uncomfortable and crowded, but in fact, as I have often told people, it is no different in the UK or other so-called developed countries. In many cases it is a lot more comfortable too.
'Journeys from hell' are all too frequent, whether commuting or travelling on holiday. My friend very recently was stuck because of the air traffic controllers' strike in France - another is supposed to be happening today. Other friends suffer every day as they commute to work. Aptly nicknamed, the 'Misery Line' is a commuter rail service from London into Essex.
Tell us about you journeys from hell. How do you manage getting about? What is the public transport service like in your neighbourhood? Or perhaps it is clean, comfortable, not crowded and you have no complaints?