The steam train rattled through the empty station blowing up old newspapers from un-emptied bins.
The Victorian hanging clock noisily ticked on, its iron minute-hand juddering.
Grey clouds loomed. A cold gusting wind told of rain.
A fat black and white cat sat hunched under the bench-seat near the chocolate machine, watching intently.
The scurrying menace would be back. But this time the thieving vermin would not make a mockery of him.
No! This time he would win.
Thunder clapped and the rain poured down.
A twitching nose appeared from a hole in the platform.
The game was afoot!