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Harrow On The Hill station on a December night in 2010 was almost deserted. I was the only one in the waiting room. The last train to London’s’ Marylebone Station, a non stop journey of some 30 minutes, was late. The cold outside was bitter, the ice and snow that had been clogging London for days still held its wintry grip. I knew my other half would be waiting with the car when I got there and with more heavy snow threatening I was anxious to complete the journey. I had been for a...