JIM had spent an enjoyable afternoon at the auction of railwayana in York’s city centre. As he left the hall, he was dismayed to find that fog had descended into the busy streets, thus depriving him of a clear sight of the landmarks he had seen earlier.
He had allowed half an hour for his walk back to the station, but was frustrated by the unfamiliar streets, the crowds of Saturday shoppers and the slow-moving traffic. As his watch crept towards his train’s departure time,
