With Moorgate having slowed down the speed round a little, it was off back to the hustle and bustle of Rush Hour on the Underground. Echo and I soon found ourselves at Barbican station. An interesting place, with old Thameslink tracks laying about the place in disused platforms. Sadly Echo and I didn’t get much of a chance to hang around for too long, as we admired the tall walls, and basked in the ability to see the late January night as the platforms were open – if still in a cutting. We found a sign still lit enough to get a photo out of, and took our shot before bouncing onto the next train and onwards.