If you tell enough stories, perhaps the moral will show up.



Just north of Sevenoaks this morning I was looking down to the southeast and I saw a rare sight: pre-dawn colours in a clear sky. The whole range from sodium orange at the horizon up to space-black in the zenith. I wanted to wake up the whole carriage, rip away their newspapers and tell them to look at the world. But then we went into the North Downs tunnel and when we came out the sky was was a rather tasteless cream and light blue, so I left it.

And anyway, it would have been eccentric.

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