I am sitting in a railway carriage

 

A woman is feeding her baby by the window

 

She asks if she may swop seats as the sun is hot

 

I agree without hesitation and ventilate the carriage further

 

The woman alights from the train at the next station

 

I know that I will never see the woman or her baby again

 

But am aware that her son will order the closure of this line in forty years

 

Due the its poor returns and the general lack of investment