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Bledlow:More than a station lost.
I stood by the disused crossing gates when I was approached by the local postman. The station was on the Princes Risborough-Thame Line. The station ,now hidden by trees, is a "very" private house.
Sometimes much more than just a transport facility is lost when a rail-line is closed. Bledlow Bleak It was once a hive of industry, With silk mill and sep’rate weaving house. Now just a weekend dormitory, As quiet as the proverbial mouse. There had been a small village station, That connected with London and Thame. Shop and Pub thrived on their location, The three playing an interlinked game. Mill shut first, weaving house became Pub. When the station closed so did the shop, Whilst the Inn turned to selling posh grub. But the Brewery gave it the “chop”. Stood by the disused rail crossing gate Were just the local Postman and me. We broke the Village’s lifeless state, No other sign of life could you see. “When I was just a lad” said the Postman, “My dad used to catch the same Thame train. At night my sis’ and me like doormen, Waited for Dad to come home again.” “We’d watch the train come in and then hide. Dad went from the Station straight to the Inn To get a quick pint in his inside, And bag of crisps: penance for his sin.” “See; we’d meet him coming out the bar, He would give us the crisps as a sop. We’d eat up the crisps before we’d gone far Then the story of late train we’d prop.” “When Dad died the truth it came to light. Said Mum smiling through tear stained eye, “Your happy faces were a delight. The sneaked pint was your Dad’s only lie.”” The Postman added, “Mum knew of course. You can’t have secrets in a village. Now I look around full of remorse See nothing but time’s pointless pillage” He then went off to deliver post, Leaving me once again on my own. The feeling haunting me the most Was that life’s only out on short loan. JG2008 |
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Thanks JG. I too can remember the days when kids could be bribed with a bag of crisps. Nowadays you have to buy them a pint as well
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I'm glad you enjoyed it.
"Nowadays you have to buy them a pint as well" You've obviously met my sons. JG |
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