Whenever I have had the misfortune to spend any time at Sleaford Train station I have always been overwhelmed by the disgusting smell that seems to permeate every pore of the building.
I'm convinced that every week someone buys a late night kebab after a night on the beer before waiting for a train home. When the train is approaching the quickly vomit and defecate into it before leaving it hidden for all train passengers to muse all the rest of the week "What is that smell exactly ?". Well now you know.
P.S It's not me who does it.
Sleaford may have the appearance of a sleepy little market town during the week ...but the place comes alive at the weekend with locals intent on having a good time. This usually involves vast amounts of beer, a kebab, a fight, a shag, and a vomit.
I believe it to be the case that there is a bus that picks up young women (in the shortest of skirts only of course) in the various local villages before depositing them on a Friday night in the marketplace.
The bus does not do a return journey.
The number of RAF bases around this area with plenty of young free single men around Sleaford may well have something to do with that fact.