A couple of weeks after the updated Reading Station was completed I passed through on a Temple Meads train, bound for Paddington. Sat behind me was a young boy maybe 8 years old and his mother. He was bursting with excitement the entire journey and called out to his mum every 10 a 15 minutes ‘are we nearly in London!?!’ It was dead sweet. Upon rolling into to Reading station his tone changed.
To that of horror.
‘Mummy?’
‘Mummy!?’
‘Mummy, why are we at Tesco!!?!’ he exclaimed on the edge of tears, having his dreams of a trip to London shattered by the misbelief he’d been tricked into a trip to Tesco.
Even an 8 year old understands Reading station does not look good. It’s a disaster.
A couple of weeks after the updated Reading Station was completed I passed through on a Temple Meads train, bound for Paddington. Sat behind me was a young boy maybe 8 years old and his mother. He was bursting with excitement the entire journey and called out to his mum every 10 a 15 minutes ‘are we nearly in London!?!’ It was dead sweet. Upon rolling into to Reading station his tone changed.
To that of horror.
‘Mummy?’
‘Mummy!?’
‘Mummy, why are we at Tesco!!?!’ he exclaimed on the edge of tears, having his dreams of a trip to London shattered by the misbelief he’d been tricked into a trip to Tesco.
Even an 8 year old understands Reading station does not look good. It’s a disaster.