In the forecourt of Alton Station, a black shed with a couple of benches outside, never found open before.
As I had forty minutes to wait for a train, I decided to take a look inside.
I was pleasantly surprised, nothing what I would have expected from the outside.
At one end, bookshelves lined with books, very tastefully decorated. I expected a scruffy transport cafe.
I said, I had never seen it open before.
Bikers night, every Wednesday night in the summer, last Wednesday of the month in the winter.
I cannot have been in Alton on a Wednesday before.
Tags: Alton, Alton Station, Station Cafe
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