There is nothing disappointing about GWS Didcot, as we were reminded only last year. The station is another matter. It has barriers, so no access for passing strangers like us, arriving by car on this occasion. Not only that, its surrounded by high, black, spiked fencing, so there are no easy ground level photo shots of trains. We walked up the ramp to the footpath that crosses the line to the west before dropping down to the enormous, modern high-rise car park. The walkway is cladded with high steel sheeting – a monotonous extent of grey with just enough room to peek over at a stretch. From the top of the overbridge, the only viewpoint looks down on a forest of catenaries and all the other paraphernalia of electrification. It was all very depressing.
The town centre is not up to much, either. Established shops line the main east-west road through the town, running parallel to the railway but separated from it by a vast car park and modern retail outlets. We did not locate any notable historic core, though the Cornerstone Art Centre was bright, airy and welcoming with a spacious gallery display space for artists and a nice café - assuming you like bagels.
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