Just passing through
Aug 19th, 2010 | By Ian Poulton | Category: MinistryA string of orange lights hovered across the night landscape, blurred by patches of mist and drizzly rain. An odd sight, until recognition as a westbound train passing along an embankment a hundred kilometres an hour; the orange lights being the illuminated destination signs beside the doors at the end of each carriage. Those staring out from the train would have seen nothing beyond their own reflections and the darkness that encompassed the farmland that lay all around.
Passing through an unrecognized place suggested itself as a metaphor for parochial…