Your night, stop by stop
Last orders at Victoria
We meet under the departure board with overnight bags and a flask of something, picking a coast at random off the screens.
The 23:32 south
We catch the last train heading for the coast and ride it to the end of the line, talking quietly while the suburbs thin out.
Sunrise on the pebbles
We walk straight from the station to the water and wait for the sky to turn, with bacon rolls from the first place that opens.