Journey's end

My son's been commuting with me from the home counties into London for over a year, due to work having a fantastic on-site nursery. The journey to and from work is mostly horrible. Overcrowded, boiling hot trains, being pushed and shoved, and most people seem to think I'm carrying an inert object, rather than a child. Anyway. My son had his last day at nursery today. Here he is, celebrating no more waiting around at platforms nine, ten and eleven.