My friend wanted to visit this place in memory of his dad. It’s
a bit of the way out from the town, and it’s a shame that he didn’t mention it
sooner as we could have made it the first stop on the bus and everyone could
have visited. We walked down a wooden corridor of steps and onto the platform. As
it was, the buffet bar was closed for the afternoon as it was preparing for an
evening event. We had a look through the window, and it looked nicely preserved.
A terminating train came in and my friend located the buffet car and persuaded the
guard to sell us a couple of bottles. We walked around watching passing trains
with plastic cups but it didn’t feel right. A few months later, I recognise the
station’s entrance right away on a TV show and identify the station before confirming
it on the closing credits. ‘I’ve been there’ I say.
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