Train journeys have always fascinated me. I think it’s partly the luxury of having the time simply to watch the world go by, catching fleeting glimpses of the lives of people and communities you may never see again, as the changing landscape flashes past like a movie on fast-forward. 

I think it’s also the fact that, from the railway tracks, you tend to see the reverse side of places, the bits normally hidden from the passer-by’s gaze. Today I have the pleasure of a train journey from London to Cambridge, and I caught this view as the train hurtled northwards.