I walked the length of the platform of Harwich Town rail station. There were no trains. There were a few departures on the display. There were no passengers. There was a machine where they could pay.
I wasn’t a passenger either, so went outside the station and sat on a bench for a while. Across the way was the Harwich Town Brewery. They had lots of barrels in their yard but I guessed that they were empty. No one was at work. It was closed.
An aircraft overhead. The low, throbbing rumble of a container ship in the port. An air conditioning unit. Dogs snarling. A motorbike. Someone whistling.