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!

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.

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.

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