A Rainy Morning

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.