Dawn on a railway footbridge

After Sundays excesses I woke up feeling surprisingly chipper, which i took to be a sign i was probably not yet quite sober.
So as a result I took the stroll to the train station and reclined in comfort rather than drive in. I really enjoy the train, and would probably do it more often, but the fact that its double the cost of driving in and is sporadically unreliable makes it more an occasional respite from the M62.
Also if anyone wants to study inconsiderate germ spreading get the morning train to Manchester. It could fuel your research for years if it doesn't kill you.