This is still my stuff.

Transporters transporting themselves up the Kings Cross dune.

York Way, Kings Cross, London

This stretch of pavement, though usually inhabited by a variety of police vehicles, on this occasion played host to a single, unoccupied, unmarked car, accompanied by a similarly solo officer, marked out in contrast for all to see.

St. Pancras railway station, Kings Cross, London

Apparently Alfie's a bomb dog. According to the little card the police officer gave me when I expressed an interest in Alfie, this means that he's highly trained in sniffing out explosives, rather than that they regularly feed him nitro-glycerine or Semtex. Which is something of a relief. Anyway, he wasn't getting any of my biscuit, cute or not.

Concourse, St. Pancras Internation railway station, Kings Cross, London

British Transport Police and Dog Section vans in a line outside St. Pancras International Railway Station

Kings Cross, London

Looking along a line of vans towards Kings Cross

St. Pancras International railway station, London

Parked up and sorting things out

Goodsway, Kings Cross, London

Removing the crust of London crud

York Way, Kings Cross, London

Locked up out of harm's way.

British Transport Police compound, King's Cross railway station, King's Cross, London

I guess I'm probably idealising the police argot somewhat. Particularly when they're surveying some union march or something.

York Way, Kings Cross, London

A quick backward glance rendered two transport police the endpoint of a swirl.

Kings Cross underground station, London