Sheringham Rail Station: 5th July 2019
Here’s a clock that’s anachronistic. The station, part of the Poppy Line which runs services … with steam-pulled trains … along the North Norfolk coast, is kitted out in the fashions of its day. I thought it apt for the title In Good Time
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Wow… The station looks as if it would just take us to a ride in the past. It surely has a “feel” of the old days… I wonder, what is inside those suitcases?
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I suspect, old newspapers, just enough to give them weight. And the track really does take you back in time, since this part of North Norfolk remains delightfully undeveloped with cottages built in the traditional way with cobbles taken from the beach.
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Wow…. I feel to go over there this instinct! It does seem like a very adventurous place… Do you come here to get inspiration?
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It’s one of my favourite places. But I don’t go there often. It’s not easy to reach from where I live.
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Oh, , I see. It’s really beautiful. ✨💓
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🙂
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😃💓
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It’s the perfect picture for the Title! I’d love to ride that train 🙂
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I have. Once. Several years back. I was going to on this visit. Then I checked out the prices. Phew. No. I know the high fares are needed, they only have a few summer months to scoop in what they need for upkeep and improvements, and it’s not top on everyone’s What Shall We Do Today? List. But … a little money goes only a little way.
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Right. I know all about that! Shame though. Maybe they need new management and more incentive to draw customers. But hey! What do I know. I DO know a little razza ma tazz helps LOL
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I smile. I remember my boss from way back looking at my proposal and asking: Does the unmeasured potential return equal the funds expended? He was a believer in passive marketing. We exist. The people will come. Nix!
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EXACTLY! Dummies lol You gotta bring em in! Any successful business person knows that. Passiveschmashive! lol
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It was always a battle. And when I said I was leaving, I was offered the job of promoting another attraction newly acquired. Hmm. No thank you. I’d had enough of hitting my head against stone pillars.
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Wise decision. I watched what I built disintegrate along with my regular customers. Nothing you can do.
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Indeed not. It was a wise decision. But not such a wise move. Two jobs opened before me then, and I took the wrong one. Or at least, it seemed like that. Yet it opened loads of new doors for me, so I shouldn’t complain.
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We move on. That’s what they say about doors, isn’t it? One closes and others open.
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And Everything’s Working Out Perfectly. 🙂
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😊👍
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What a lovely shot! It does look like it belongs in a by-gone era.
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There are a few clues. Like that clock is too modern. I was going to use a shot of one of the steam trains for Wednesday’s CCC, but someone posted a steamtrain for a prompt this last week. So I shall hang on a while before using mine.
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Yes, of course it is. But still…😉
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Yea … and that’s just one little corner. Everywhere was like it.
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Nice shot! I love this. I love the idea of decorating a train station this way. Thanks for posting. And works well with the prompt 🙂
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I thank you, Maria. 🙂
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Your photos really make me want to visit the UK!!
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Maybe I should go back to writing for the travel mags 🙂
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That’s fun to see.
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I thank you. It was fun to be there.
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I love trains, stations, especially the older ones, I wish I was around in the golden age of rail!
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I have a vague memory of standing on a platform at Norwich station while my father bought tickets. And the train was hissing, stamping its feet like a bull ready to charge. And a memory of my mother telling me and my brother not to hang out of the window, we’d get dirty. And the trains that used to pass my grandma’s house, high on an embankment. Enormous fire-breathing dragons. 🙂
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