We can also include Borges’ The Garden of Forking Paths, which despite being Argentine literature, is set in the Britain:

“I was going to the village of Ashgrove, but took a ticket for a station further on. The
train would leave in a few minutes, at eight-fifty. I hurried, for the next would not go
until half past nine… were it not for the precious accident of the train schedule, I
would be in prison or dead.”