I travelled by train to town this morning and bought a newspaper from the tiny porta cabin coffee shop/ newsagent/ sweetie shop. I found a stack of books at the side and I enquired what it was for.’It’s for reading on the train,’ said the nice gentleman. ‘You can borrow one and bring it back or replace it with your own,’ he added with a smile. Now where else in the world would you have such a wonderfully thoughtful service? I have seen a lending library in Indian trains where people spend over a couple of days travelling from one part of India to the other, but they are a captive audience, can’t run away with the copies. My little suburb has these touches that I hope will always be cherished.