Memories of steam

I read with interest about the Flying Scotsman passing through the Wychwoods in the last issue. It reminded me that as a child of ten or eleven, back in the early 50s, my mother would walk me up to Shipton Station. We would cross the rail track by the ticket office (making sure that no trains were coming) and would wait on the down-line platform to Evesham. When the train came in mother would place me in a carriage and ask the guard to make sure that I got off at Moreton-in-Marsh where my great-aunt would be waiting.

I always enjoyed the steam and roar as we sped through the countryside to Kingham and on to Moreton. Mother would catch a train later in the day and collect me from auntie’s.

It is hard to imagine allowing a child to travel alone in these modern times.

Phyllis Clarke

October-November 2019