Last Train to Mashville

While out at lunchtime I thought I might grab a picture. I had a couple of failures. I drove past a chap walking along the side of the road with some rather large bird of prey on his hand. By the time I could turn around he had disappeared into a field with it. Next, on to the station. Thought I might get someone waiting at the station etc. Saw a PCSO sat on one of the benches. I asked her if I could take a picture....No was the answer. I was then left with the station master (if they have such things these days) and the departing train before I had to be back after lunch.

The title is a reference to this song by the Alabama 3. No relation, I just like it.