I Took a Trip on a Train..

Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;
And charging along like troops in a battle
All through the meadows the horses and cattle:
All of the sights of the hill and the plain
Fly as thick as driving rain;
And ever again, in the wink of an eye,
Painted stations whistle by.
Robert Louis Stevenson Scottish novelist, poet, and essayist. 1850-1894

Nostalgia is running rife this week in my blogs.  I don’t know what brought this about but I am loving every minute of it.

I recently took a trip on a train but it was not like the trains of my youth.  No fiery dragon pulling an engine was this but a sedate electric engine quietly pulling the carriages to their destination.

Steam train

1940s Steam Train via Wikipedia

Travelling by train so many years ago was an adventure.  The smell of the coke that fed the boiler was quite acrid and the sounds that were all around you made travel exciting.  I can hear still the clacking of the tracks as the train ran over them, the loud hooter and the hissing steam.  These are all part of my childhood memories although we didn’t travel far or very often in those days.    Try reciting the poem “Faster than Fairies” aloud and listen to the rhythm of the train.  Listen to it here.  See what I mean?

Since that time I have been in trains in several parts of the world including:

  • The Gahn – Adelaide to Alice Springs and Darwin, Australia
  • London to Paris on Eurostar
  • The Rocky Mountaineer, Vancouver to Calgary, Canada.
  • The Bullet Train from Tokyo to Kyoto, Japan  – None of which were steam trains and
  • The Royal Scot between London and Glasgow
  • Nice to Paris, France on the train the locals used.
  • The Golden Arrow, London to Paris – each of these were steam trains.

We spent a day in Kuranda a village in the rain-forest north of Cairns, Queensland, Australia.  We went by steam train and returned by the Skyrail.  When travelling in Vancouver we went on a train to an Indian Village and returned by boat, but all these years later, I have forgotten the name of the village and the train.  If anybody reading this can fill in my memory blanks I would be very pleased.

We have a railway heritage and preservation society some 40 kilometers north of Wellington.  Here steam enthusiasts have preserved and continue to maintain several engines from earlier times.  On special days they run these engines and the public are invited to ride.  Click here to see a video of such an excursion a couple of years ago.  What an excitement when two of my grandsons, being very young, took their first ride on a train pulled by a steam locomotive.  Sorry, nobody thought to take photos of that occasion.

“I took a trip on a train and I thought about you.I passed a shadowy lane
and I thought about you.
Two or three cars parked under the stars a winding stream.
Moon shining down on some little town
And with each beam the same old dream……
And then I peaked through the crack and I looked at that track,
The one going back to you, and what did I do…
I thought about you.”
Johnny Mercer (American lyricist, songwriter and singer. 1909-1976











8 responses to “I Took a Trip on a Train..

  1. Christine in Los Angeles

    Hearts in sync — this is a song that’s been on my mind for the past many months, since the death of my former husband, in fact (it was one of his favourites).
    I loved the smell of the old railway stations, and the noise and the sense of excitement, especially when we were on the way to our holidays by the sea. But do you remember, when we heard on the radio that the ‘ban’ was lifted, a picnic was packed, and we were off, for just a day at the seaside.


  2. Christine in Los Angeles

    After posting my comment, I thought “Hmmmm, Judith knew her brother-in-law, I could’ve used Jack’s name.” oh well …
    God bless, Christine


  3. But other people might read the posts and comments and not know Jack. Love Judith


  4. Marianne London

    Oh you two have started me off. I remember when we used to go to our caravan at Canvey Island (before we had a car). The excitement of waiting on the station and the lovely smell of the train all mixed up together. Then when we had the Car going out for the day to the sea and Dad taking his primus stove and boiling the kettle on the side of the road we must have looked like gypsie.But what Happy Days. Memories are so lovely.


  5. Aren’t we three lucky to have these fabulous memories of a time with little money but loads of love.


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  7. It seems strange to think of you only having a couple of followers on your blog, it seems to have always been here with loads of people dropping in and out from all times and places.
    Nice post, it’s left me trying to remember the last steam train I rode on too. 🙂


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