“By the time he reached his destination of Barons Court, he was limping heavily and wishing that he had a stick. He made his way out of a ticket hall tiled in Victorian pea green, placing his feet with care on the floor covered in grimy wet prints.”
“Too soon he had left the dry shelter of the small jewel of a station, with its art nouveau lettering and stone pediments.”
A grim day, indeed, for both Strike and us. The rain was no fun, but at least it was authentic to the book!
Barons Court, which is on the District and Piccadilly lines, can be found here.