"Welcome aboard this C2C Service to Fenchurch Street."
A mother growls at her child, in the seat opposite me
He's 5 maybe 6, and gives a running commentary of the trip
He just wants her attention, but she's not giving it to him
A man with a bottle, half empty, gets on at Upminster, and by Barking, he's passed out
As shadows move up and down, the carriage
Stations fly past, towards the end of the train
The sun sets in a pink sky with "no chance of rain"