I’m on the Train

My New Year’s Resolution for 2017 was to explore areas of London close to where I live, areas I think I know but where really I have the barest knowledge. I haven’t done terribly well at that but as the year trots to an end I am finally making some progress. However, I have enjoyed some out of town day trips. This started with a trip to Coventry on February, followed by Birmingham, Coventry again, Colchester, Chatham, Ipswich next month and today Walton-on-the-Naze. After a night of rain it’s a fine morning and promises to be warm and sunny. In anticipation of a fair amount of walking I am wearing my boots and I have a packed lunch with me. The train is very long and very empty. I don’t know if it is going to fill up later but I have to change at Thorpe-le-Soken where I have two minutes to make the connection. This train will continue to Clacton. Have I ever been to Clacton? I’m not sure. It may have been the destination for a ramble once, but I have no memory of it. Another one to add to the list. We’re just pulling into Stratford, passing the Olympic Park, a view I am more familiar with from the road when I drove to das Boot. No sign of ravening hoards of travellers here either.I do like the freedom of the train; being able to stretch out, walk up and down, read, doze or just gaze out of the window. Obviously I am not talking about packed commuter routes in rush hour where people are packed like cattle. You’d think that experience might make humans more considerate of animals and what they suffer in transit hut few seem to make the leap of imagination.Sunlight is filtering through leaves that are turning from green to yellow, red and orange. It’s all very beautiful, very Ode to Autumn. I’m looking forward to good day. Or at least I was, but there has been an announcement that this train is delayed, so I may be spending the day in Thorpe-le-Soken, about which I know nothing.On with the adventure.


4 thoughts on “I’m on the Train

  1. I have very fond memories of traveling on the British trains when I brought students. I loved the names of the towns and wished I could stop in each for a few hours of exploring. Of course many of the names of towns here in the states come from Europe but there are so many that I’m not familiar with are intriguing. More so than in other parts of the world because the names aren’t unfamiliar due to language differences.

    • I love taking the train if it’s not rush hour, then it’s hell! I see there’s a current offer, so I plan to book some day trips in the next day it so. A woken is a place under particular jurisdiction eg Portsoken in London that came under the Portsoken Knights, but I don’t know Thorpe-le-Soken’s history. That is for another day. Like you, I love the names, so evocative.

  2. Once, stood on a platform at Tonbridge, waiting for the delayed train to E. Croydon, the announcer came on the tannoy to inform us, “There’s not a sausage coming down the line.”!
    And he was right.

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