Returning to the UK, one inevitably flys into Heathrow and then takes the Heathrow Express onwards into Paddington. Despite the all-too-common feeling of sadness brought about by the conclusion of a journey, I still find the fantastic Victorian architecture at Paddington a reminder that there is something special about Britain.
On Friday last week, I tried to capture just a little of that grandeur.
Paddington will always be special for me. It’s the London terminus I always arrived at when I was a child visiting the big city. And I lived across the road from it for a year. And it’s just plain the best!
The roofline you have pictured has a longiudinal gap in it. Originally the intention was that there would be railway lines across the station at 90º to the platforms, with small turntables everywhere, to allow the carriages to be moved across the station. I believe they were never built – but the roofline remains where the lines would have been.