The excitement built as I approached the station you could smell the smoke from the engine. Before you entered the stations enticing doors you could see the shunter's in the sidings. Black smoke and steam rising blending into one the joy of the impending journey had begun.
Our memories are often all we have left of the days we were young as age creeps on. Bad thoughts fade as you only think of the good steam trains dominated when I was a lad. Boys then all wanted to be the driver of the train in the early days of Elizabeth's reign.
Far less roads and motor vehicles to pollute the countryside was ****** more rural. An era when trains had more lines to travel a pleasure for everybody to go roving. A special treat to get people to the coast an adventure not something to boast.
Looking at the chaos around us now my young days were glorious. Before the innocence was drained in the ether simplicity the key to sanity. A day train spotting was the weekend treat then was very hard to beat.
The holiday to the Isle Of Wight by steam train then across on the ferry I remember. When my special mother was there very much alive the past is the past now my memory. Unique I learned I am not, millions feel the same staring at a faded picture in an old frame.