From a railway carriage

by Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)

Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;
And charging along like troops in a battle
All through the meadows the horses and cattle;
All of the sights of the hill and the plain
Fly as thick as driving rain;
And ever again, in the wink of an eye;
Painted stations whistle by.
Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,
All by himself and gathering brambles;
Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;
And here is the green for stringing the daisies;
Here is a cart run away in the road
Lumping along with man and load;
And here is a mill, and there is a river;
Each a glimpse and gone forever!

Amble and Warworth.

Amble and Warworth.
This photograph captures the essence of the Northeast. History and beauty. Warkworth castle from Amble Harbour

Each a glimpse and gone forever.

The Northeast of England is rich in history. It has a great and justly proud heritage offering beginnings that changed the world. Its lands have been born to many interesting characters who helped chart the course of history and offer a great wealth of passion into this world.
There are many undiscovered corners if you know where to look and of course it has some hallowed turf where many have been known to trod and still do so. Its coastline and islands gives you the opportunity to stand alone on golden sands if you should so wish, and also to be one of many that enjoy the easterly breeze when the need arrises.
Our hills and valleys are some of the finest in Great Britian, wild and unspoilt yet welcoming and warming. The Northeast is fast becoming a valuable resource for fine food and drink, driven by pride, passion and its clean air and fresh waters.
Here is a land and a landscape available to all, yet still harbouring many undiscovered gems. So, what are you waiting for ?

Wednesday, 24 August 2011

A little more of Levisham

 Mr Blogspot was running a little slow yesterday, but that could be my clockwork ISP, so here is another slice of Beautiful Levisham.
The signalman is also the booking office clerk and so wears two hats at differing times no doubt.

The following photograph clearly shows the punishment the track endures with the passage of locomotives and stock.

The village itself is over a mile away at the top of the hill which has a few amenities and the view from up there looking down on the station is panoramic, although the continued growth of the trees is slowly obscuring it all.
You can here the whistle of the engine in the above photo long before you can see it as there are a number of farmers crossings out of view which the driver is compelled to notify of his approach. This all makes the impending arrival a little more exciting being able to hear it before you can see it. The white steam soon appears at the bend and it takes a few minutes  for the train to reach the station, growing ever larger as she arrives.
Here`s a last look at the station as the sun goes down behind the hills. The beauty of this station is its remote location and the tranquility here, even on busy school holiday or weekend days. Generally only walkers alight here or rejoin the train to take them home.
Levisham, a fab place if ever there was. Only the few modern signs and safety gadgets detract from the overall Edwardian view. Find the time to go and see it for yourself, you`ll not be disappointed !

Ian
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