ST. PANCRAS STATION AND THE TRAIN FROM EUSTON
Sunday night my friend Spencer took me to the renovation of
the Victorian neo-gothic railway station of St. Pancras. The red brick and
spired edifice held great memories for me from my childhood as one of the
landmarks of the city.


On the fast Virgin train from London’s Euston station headed
north tilting on computer generated Pendolino technology at speeds up to 135
mph. Three hours and three hundred miles later my brother Alan will be meeting
us at Penrith to bring us to his home in Cockermouth in the Lake District. The
older couple opposite us at our table appear as the archetypal Northerners: he
in tweed cap, navy jacket and yellow striped tie, reading the newspaper avidly
while wife sits almost meditatively in her olive raincoat.
The train darts through the passing landscape; stone walls
and slate roofs pass at dizzying speed. Only when we leave the suburbs and
emerge into the rolling green hills am I able to look outside and remain
oriented as acres of pastureland dissolve into miles of history.
Hi Martin and Cindy,
ReplyDeleteHope you get rested and ready to go. looking forward to following along.
Chuck
You guys have aged quite a lot in that last photo. Is that what jet lag does to you?
ReplyDeleteI thought we looked pretty good for eighty after all this time traveling.
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