Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

It's a return to home turf for Byford. He joined London Underground as a graduate trainee in 1989, working his way up to general manager on the Bakerloo, Central and Victoria Lines before heading to director roles at South Eastern Trains and Southern.

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Running round the woodlump if you chance to find Little barrels, roped and tarred, all full of brandy-wine, Don't you shout to come and look, nor use 'em for your play. Put the brishwood back again—and they'll be gone next day!