Enquiries at Swanwick Station 'You've been here some years now. I remember your hair dark, how you were a younger man'. 'I've become rooted I suppose, manured in by a steady wage, that and just a mile from home, handy to see the children grow, plant and water shoots blossomed now away mulching makeshift gardens of their own. And you've changed too no doubt, although I cannot place, among the many passing here, your face'. 'Well, I only travel twice a year and sometimes less than that, according to the flow of things, how much I need to get away and other small dependencies. So what time do I get to Milton Keynes'? When the stars fall and more grey dust is scattered here among the platform-edge high ferns.