History

Why No Hoboes Over Here?

I’m writing this after rereading Kenneth Alsopp’s classic Hard Travellin’ after a gap of some nearly fifty years. It is, needless, to say, a book of its time but what a poetic piece of extensive research it is. It’s a piece of Americana but the book also opens up the question in the title above. I suppose ‘riding the rails’ has happened in an almost obscure and virtually unrecorded way in this country with children and trainspotters. Steve McQueen’s film The Blitz features children and evacuees sort of stowing away and my mate has written down his memories of ‘riding the rails’ in his A Film Called Happiness    by Jon Seagrave / Jonny Fluffypunk ‘You are fifteen years old. It is 6 in the morning and it is February; it is pitch dark and freezing cold, and you are huddled foetal, shivering in a thin sleeping bag on the seat in a compartment of an ancient railway carriage parked up for the night in the deserted, unlit platform at Thurso station. The end of the line, the far north of Scotland, the most northerly point of the British railway network. And don’t you know it- the sky is blacker than black, the windows of the carriage rimed with ice, inside and out. There are four of you. You broke into this train at midnight; four fifteen-year-olds, full of chips and glowing from under-age beer drunk in a pub that couldn’t care less, in possession of a purloined carriage key. You came up here yesterday, across the vast and empty moorland on this train, and you will head back south on this train at daybreak, and now you are sleeping on this train, or trying to sleep in the bitter...

Railway Life Part Two

Railway Life Part Two But down at the running shed: All is different! Hustle, bustle and red-hot tumult: Fill the tender! Water the tank! Empty the firebox! (Cough on the dust, choke on the fumes, burn your hands.) Smash the clinker! Draw the firebar! Sweep the pit!...

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Railway Life Part One

A Victorian Railway Maxim Zealously try to excel. Industry is commendable. Perseverance deserves success. Quietude of mind is a treasure.’ This was a GWR 19th century maxim for its workforce: A world of gaslight, back to backs, the workhouse; The engine shed, the ash...

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Shopping in Swindon Railway Works

Shopping in the Railway Works Retail Outlet Shops had a double meaning in my childhood: The obvious, which was the domain of women, Open every weekday except Wednesday afternoon, And the ‘Inside’, which was the domain of men, And accessible to children on Wednesday...

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Holiday Haunts 1939

GWR Holiday Haunts, 1939, I bought you at Didcot in 1978: GWR Holiday Haunts, 1939, All sepia tinged arts and crafts, and art deco modernism, And Olde Englande Mockobethan, For this is a book to get you through the winter months of 1938-9, A book full of promise and...

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Where the Railway Lies

Where the Railway Lies It was hardly Dombey and Son in Stroud When Brunel brought the railway into town: No earthquakes, or bridges that went nowhere; Instead: Dickensian Cheapside. I walked beneath the beech tree, by the Black History notice boards, Pondering on the...

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Blackbeard and Stonehouse

Blackbeard the Pirate and Stonehouse? (Edward Thache aka Blackbeard) When you next visit Stonehouse on the train, Take a walk down to beautiful St Cyr’s Church: Take a seat there by the Stroudwater Canal, And ponder on these intriguing questions: Could the Revd Thomas...

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