My flight back from Japan landed at Heathrow at 6:30am, and my luggage was off very quickly. Because I was in no rush, everything was very efficient, and I found myself at Kings Cross station at 7:50am, with over an hour to kill until the first train home. Time for breakfast!
At 7:50 on a Sunday morning, Kings Cross is spookily deserted:
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| I don't think I've ever seen the concourse floor before... |
Even Platform 9¾ was virtually empty:
Everything was back to the normal organised chaos by the time my train arrived, though.
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