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I went with Benny to Waterloo train station it was busy people rushing about getting on or off trains. The white and grey steam rising up to the station roof or puffing out across the platform. Your old lady wasn't keen on me taking you here again Benny said. I looked at him I think it's the money thing I said remembering Mum at the front door that morning eyeing him and me. She went and got the money. Only a few pence on the bus he said. That's how she is I said. A loud burst of steam took our focus. Benny smiled don't you just love that that power and the smell of these engines? Yes I do I said. A porter walked past pushing a wagon of mailbags his hat pushed back on his head sweat on his brow. I wonder where my dad went today? I said he went to Bristol the other week. Does he go to Scotland? Benny said. I guess he must I said. Edinburgh? He asked. Not sure I replied. Want to go one day Benny said. Me too I said. Could go together he said. I liked that idea the long journey looking out the window seeing the smoke from the engine going past the window. A loudspeaker gave out information about some train. Out beyond the station came hard rain.
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC
LYDIA AT WATERLOO 1958
I went with Benny to Waterloo train station it was busy people rushing about getting on or off trains. The white and grey steam rising up to the station roof or puffing out across the platform. Your old lady wasn't keen on me taking you here again Benny said. I looked at him I think it's the money thing I said remembering Mum at the front door that morning eyeing him and me. She went and got the money. Only a few pence on the bus he said. That's how she is I said. A loud burst of steam took our focus. Benny smiled don't you just love that that power and the smell of these engines? Yes I do I said. A porter walked past pushing a wagon of mailbags his hat pushed back on his head sweat on his brow. I wonder where my dad went today? I said he went to Bristol the other week. Does he go to Scotland? Benny said. I guess he must I said. Edinburgh? He asked. Not sure I replied. Want to go one day Benny said. Me too I said. Could go together he said. I liked that idea the long journey looking out the window seeing the smoke from the engine going past the window. A loudspeaker gave out information about some train. Out beyond the station came hard rain.
A BOY AND GIRL AT WATERLOO 1958
TerryCollett
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC
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