It's a train station. An alright one. And it allows me to get to work. Sadly only once an hour though; the Stirling to Alloa line isn't quite as regular as the Dunblane and Falkirk services. But I'm happy that I can get here by train nonetheless.
This station also won a bronze tidy award a few years ago. Although, when I was there, it looked like a packet of skittles had exploded all over the sheltered area. Speaking of the sheltered area, the entrance is a little confusing. - The doors say automatic. And yet they don't open. I was confused. I tried to pull open the door before the lady inside pointed me to a button on the lower right hand side of the door. One push of the button, and an accompanying side of mild embarrassment later, and I was in. Not long after, another man made the same mistake. And I told him the same. - On the cycle goes.
So, the doors are semi-automatic really. Not the kind that open for you, as their sign would suggest. I can imagine wrenching the door open over time can't be good for the poor door. And, also, if you couldn't see the button, or manage to pull the door open, and you desperately wanted out of the rain, you'd probably become a little annoyed with the door's lacking automatic feature. The result is feeling like a bit of a numptie; a damp one. And the antidote is a clear sign which reads 'to open door, press button on right.'
Alas, it gets me from one place to another. Nine minutes from Stirling to Alloa, to be precise. read more