Maybe I'm just biased because I've spent far too many hours of my life freezing my arse off on the platforms of Burnage train station, but during the Winter months, it is - without a shadow of a doubt - the coldest place on earth. There's no indoor seating, and your face is regularly whipped by the wind from the intercity trains whistling past you at 80 mph. 90% of the time, you're unable to purchase a ticket before getting onto the train to Manchester Piccadilly, and if you're REALLY lucky, you'll be able to see some of the charming local characters attempting to lob rocks through the open doors of any train which decides to stop there.
Still. At least Northern Rail has deigned to "do it up" over the past few years. By which I mean they've repainted a few benches and added a few digital train times boards. If you ever find yourself stuck here for more than twenty minutes, I heartily recommend that you either get a can of something strong, warming and alcoholic to keep you company or just get the bus. read more