Antrim Station is like flippin' Ghost Town epitomised...honestly, it's the wierdest place…read more Obviously passengers are constantly going through it, and getting on and off trains, but the actual station itself is completely lacking in, well, just about everything.
It is very reminiscent of Lisburn Station, with its red brick walls, retro porch style areas, and olde worlde charm, but it's completely dead. When we got off the train, there was no-one in the ticket booth / information point, and we had no clue as to where we were going, so that wasn't very helpful.
It ended up we walked the whole way round to the town centre, on a route that took us twice as long as the more direct road. Excellent...particularly when it starts raining, and you're got on your Sun Shimmer and a short sleeved cardie. Speckled arms, anyone?
That aside, we did mind to find our way back (just about...can we not have some signs up people?!), and had a bit of a wait for a train to Belfast. No-one was around when we got there - no conductors, no passengers, no nothing. I had a quick peek in the ticket booth, and it seemed pretty dead too.
We dandered over to the far side of the station, and hoped to sit in the inside waiting area, only to discovered it was closed. Oh joy. Luckily I had a few tissues, so mopping up excess rain water from the bench wasn't an issue.
Once the train came (Antrim features on the Belfast to Londonderry / Derry line), my sister and I were more than relieved to be on our way home. Thankfully there was a break in the rain, so we managed to stay dry for our wait, thank goodness. Still, that'll teach me to reach for the wash off tan...