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The bus goes once in the morning and once in the evening, winding its way through the country lanes to the local market town. From the..

The phone, a silver white iPhone 5S, was pressed to his lips, the earpiece covering his mouth. The eyes above it darted left and right..

I’d guess she joined the train at the start of the line, Brighton, a coastal town about 50 miles south of London. By the time it reac..

The family was sitting in the dimly lit dining room of a rural pub. Phones had been noticeably absent during a weekend of walking, bi..

She seemed surrounded by a bubble of quiet calm. All around her the frantic motions of a London Underground carriage jolted to and fr..

“Love it!” He said it emphatically, telling me he’d been twelve years in the job and still every day was different. “I get to see a lo..