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| Great Train Journeys of the World # 247 Walthamstow Central, England to Ealing Broadway, England |
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| The bustle of London's Orient: Walthamstow Central |
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| The descent commences |
| Acton Town's Tube Station reflects the elegance of the town itself |
| In the convivial atmosphere of the District Line, I make friends with my fellow travellers |
| Any tube journey leaves one refreshed and ready to face the day! |
| The futuristic District Line terminus : truly one of the jewels of Ealing: |
| Local businesses add so much colour to the entrance to Ealing Broadway's station |
| North Acton: some hardy travellers have been known to journey as far away as West Ruislip from here! An extra visa is required though. |
| Last Exit to Walthamstow: some imaginative artwork is your guide to the welcoming blue sky... |
| A daft old reactionary queen had a hole in the ground named after her |
| How evocative those very place-names are! Even translating their names into their deriviations "Wood Manor Place" and "People of Gilla" cannot make these termini sound even more attractive. This journey, undertaken by your author on period transport can rarely be bettered for interest, and |
| dare I say it, suspense. Retracing this journey of old through the winding tunnels of old London Town before being catapulted into sunlight somewhere in the region of Hammersmith can only add steely moral fibre to any Revenues Officer's amoury as he faces his public each day. I was even treated to a wandering actor plying his trade for a few coppers..wandering from carriage to carriage he held out a plastic cup, and mumbed quietly "I'm sorry to bother you, I just need some money for a place to stay tonight". As an audience we were rapt with our silence and admiration : |
| it was pure Samuel Beckett. We didn't insult him by paying him. My return journey was via the fabled "Central Line" passage, where we managed an uninterrupted transit: the tribe of primitives that sabotage the track had been quelled, and my victorious report will shortly appear in the Journal of the Royal Geographical Society. I never realised I had such courage. |
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| I don't know what it is, Clanger and I just didn't feel terribly inspired this evening. He's still a bit down about his sex scandal and whatnot, and I had a long list of accounts to look at and despair over at work. Eventually we found something on television to inspire us- something of a repetitive, existential piece. Click on the image for a larger version, complete with soundtrack! |
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