Waiting for a train at York, where there is headroom for the tallest of boys.
It must have been a sooty place back in the age of steam.
My work took me to York, but one day I must get over there for leisurely a photo jolly.
Waiting for a train at York, where there is headroom for the tallest of boys.
It must have been a sooty place back in the age of steam.
My work took me to York, but one day I must get over there for leisurely a photo jolly.
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You can’t beat those Victorian railway stations for a bit of grandeur. I recall being stuck just outside of that one for some considerable time, with the usual startling lack of explanation from good old British Rail (as they were, then).
I imagine that everywhere was sooty back then! York is a terrific city for a stroll round with camera in hand. xx
Yes, that curving arched roof really is something. York is a grand place altogether and very photogenic.
A few years back, I spend a couple of hours wandering about taking photographs, no-one troubled me to ask me what I was doing – which is quite remarkable in itself this day and age.
True very true… Do you think all the train spotters are now lurking on the Internet?
In truth, there are still end of platform loiterers kicking about.