We had a fair bit of rain in the south of England this morning. Crowthorne station resembled a canal lock: the gap between the platforms was filled with water and the rails were only just peeping above the surface. Fortunately, I had thought it best to rely on the diesel-power of Great Western Link rather than risk the electrified third rail of SouthWestern Trains. I just couldn't see the latter working very well immersed in water. When I got back to Reading the station was in chaos: all the alarms were going off, the staff were standing around looking bemused, and there was a fire tender standing on the forecourt.