The little windows, fifteen feet up, were darkened with wasp-nests, and lizards hunted flies between the beams of the wood-ceiled roof.

It is preferable to discuss these criteria later in the chapter, however, within the context of Greek virginity and hymenology.

As the 1857 to Manchester Piccadilly rolls in, I scan the windows and realise there are plenty of spare seats, so I hop aboard. The train is a '221'+'220' combo to allow for social distancing - a luxury on an XC train as normally you're playing sardines, so I make the most of it.

Around the door are generally to be seen, laughing and gossiping, clusters of old salts.