Well for a start every other surface is painted in Merseyrail's hideous shade of yellow, the walls are dark red stone and with ivy growing all over them, which doesn't work on anything other than quaint country cottages. The glass roof illuminates the track, and only the track, meaning the platforms are in a perpetual shadow (coupled with the fact the walls are so dark anyway), the concourse is cold, empty and about as welcoming as a punch in the face.
To Bebington.