Two years ago I spent a week in England for the wedding of a good friend. I was spending a few nights in Maidstone, and needed to take the train to Canterbury.

By the time I got to the Maidstone station, my friend and I realized that we had just missed the train by about 10 minutes, and we needed to wait another half hour for the next.

Since I had my camera on my person, we wandered about the station out of boredom. All was rather bland until I reached the end of one of the platforms and saw this on the back fence.



“Once a Railwayman, always a Railwayman.”