My pal, Ken, and I, went to Howarth, West Yorkshire, to try out the beers of the Howarth Steam-Brewing Company. On the way into the village (famous as the home of the Bronte sisters, all that Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre stuff... "Take me, Heathcliffe!")
we passed over the Keighley and Worth Valley Railway, and I thought I'd stop to grab a couple of pics of the scene outside the engine-shed. As I turned to go, I heard a whistle behind me, and spun around in time to film an approaching train.
I was drenched, it was raining heavily, the pics are blurry, but hey. It's fun.
The beer and new friends were good too.
The Red Dirt Girl shares my enthusiasm for trains, and I wished she was there. I confess, last time I took her to Howarth, I bullied her into mountaineering up the steep village street, when I could have parked at the top.
I think, though, that struggling to get somewhere makes you appreciate it all the more. Sorry, my dear.
I think, though, that struggling to get somewhere makes you appreciate it all the more. Sorry, my dear.
Some pictures from an earlier, sunnier visit:
NOW you apologize for making me climb that hill. I don't think you're sorry at all! Someone should report you to the Mule Authorities ...!
ReplyDeleteThose trains bring back fond memories ....*Sigh*
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