What better way to celebrate the jubilee than the new underground route and stone pyramids in the Pennines
Last week was a good one for built environment nerds like me. On Tuesday, I headed straight out to go absolutely nowhere that was very important on the new Elizabeth line, a trip that, however pointless, was unequivocally cheering.
By the time I hit the first escalator, the service was fully en fete, its staff directing with giant purple foam hands the commuters who were walking so very slowly towards their trains, mobile phones lifted reverentially above their heads.
