Steaming in to Oakworth

Today was dull and wet. Soft rain showers swept the valley. In the trees and hedgerows of Oakworth the little birds lustily sang sweet songs to their cousins on the moors and a cock crowed in the distance. Inside the waiting room at Oakworth Station, the coal fire spat and crackled as its warming flames leapt up the chimney. On the platform outside the gas lights glowed, and Perk’s pushbike lay abandoned against one of the lampposts. All was in order in the ‘Railway Children’s’ world of Oakworth Station. This is the world Big Jim steamed into, bringing his cargo of admirers. But they quickly passed through, and left me to my reverie.