It’s funny how empty a coach on a tube train can be when you reach the outer limits of a route. Echo and I were soon all alone in as our train pulled into Cockfosters station. End of the line. Of course, being Pride, Echo wanted to go there because of the name, and the amusing photos we could take with it. We arrived at the great grey monolith, and spent some time getting our shots at the otherwise deserted station. We then popped upstairs to street level and looked at all the classic style signage. Soon it was ready for our train back to central London so we headed back down to the platforms and got the train back. There was a night on the town to be had, and we were going to have it.