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 ?

Tuesday, 23 August 2011

Solitude, peace and tranquility...

Every now and then, it is nice to just escape to a place that offers a quieter moment in life, away from the noise, hustle and bustle. I am sure that most of us know somewhere we can go to achieve this. I do not think you have to go to the most remote locations, as often we hear of secluded corners in large towns and cities which a lot of folk do not even know it is there.
For me there is one special place you need to get to by either car down narrow lanes and over hills and valleys or, my preferred choice, to arrive by train. No ordinary train, but one that takes you back to another age, namely the early 1900`s.
Levisham is a small country station on the wonderful North Yorkshire Moors Railway, a few miles north of the busy market town of Pickering ,hidden away at the bottom of a deep glacial valley carved out in the ice age. There is probably no more than five houses dotted around the station itself and its placement in the valley affords panoramic views particularly to the south as the railway line strides away in a dead straight line for over a mile or so.
I once had the opportunity to travel in the cab of the engine over this line and on our return trip north from Pickering at dusk, as we came round the corner of the distant valley in the photo and entered the straight section, an owl came down from the trees and flew level with the cab for most of the approach to the station. A moment of true wonder and amazement I will never forget.

Looking northwards, the line curves away into the valley at Newtondale. There is a popular walk from the tiny wayside halt there which is a request stop, where the opportunity exists to explore in all directions the wooded hillsides spotting wildlife and plants, fantastic views and wild muntjac deer if you are quiet enough.
If the weather is against you, the waiting shelter is there to keep you dry and it is nice to just stand and watch the rain fall. Generally though, Levisham is quite often in a micro climate of good weather all of its own and so the platforms are adorned with original North Eastern railway seats, many of which are fitted with a plaque of gratitude by those no longer with us who gave their time and money to restore the station to what it is now, a mirror image of how it was in the early 20th century. All these seats have of course been sat upon by those who did just the same as I and many others like to do, just sit in peace and quiet............

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