Friday, 19 April 2013
The train pulls into a small station, I look up from the book, to see two women on the platform opposite. The carriage window is dirty and they have their backs to me, but when one of them turns to face my train I can hardly believe my luck, I’m looking at the visage of Rosie Swale, the face on the cover of my book. Rucksack and all, Rosie Swale’s going in the opposite direction from me, but before my train pulls off, I have to let her see… see that I’m reading her book. So I hold it up, up against the window, and to get her attention, fire the flash on my camera.
As the train pulls away I snap her, looking in bewilderment at me… a true story.