#SoCS July1/17

Oooh! The collective sigh as the magnificent, gleaming, freshly painted steam locomotive pulled into platform 1  of Barnstaple Town station. Cameras clicked, people jostled, old men, eyes filled with happy tears of nostalgia, young parents with toddlers on leashes or in pushchairs. Everyone scrambling to catch a glimpse of the magnificent past brought back to life in celebration of their industrial heritage. Proud that their offspring would hopefully remember this day with the fondness so obviously felt by all the excited onlookers. Behind the engine and tender, fourteen carriages stretched far beyond the platform, windows fully open, a body leaning out of each, faces smiling and happy but no-one allowed to open the doors to leave. All too soon, with no cry of, “mind the doors,” accompanied by the shrill note of the guard’s whistle announcing the departure, it is time. The driver leans out of his doorway on the footplate, checking that the way is clear, he pulls a lever and the snorting beast exhales a white cloud. The giant driving wheels slowly turn and once more the train pulls forward, ready to spread joy along the tracks on the next stage of the journey. A brief encounter, enjoyed by all, leaving a feeling of pride, and a unilateral, unvoiced , “Aaah!”


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