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Gravity tugs on my spine as the train enters its last, long climb.
Outside the carriage, clouds gather over fields fluffed with sheep and diced by walls, over hunched cottages of blackened sandstone, over smoke and rain laced skies.
Finally, the train slows, stops β the end of the line. I stand on the platform, suitcase in hand and the grey green valley christens me with chill rain.
I lift my face, let it soak me.
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This photo prompt – brilliantly chosen by Sonya for her Three Line Tales – reminded me of train trips ‘home’ to Buxton in DerbyshireΒ –Β the long climb up the valleys, the fact it’s always colder and nearly always raining as we reach the end of the line.
With its grey drystone walls and green fields and moorland, Buxton is not unlike the town described inΒ Green and Grey, one of my favourite songs. The singer of New Model Army, Justin Sullivan, wrote it about Bradford I think, but he could have written it about any small Northern town and that pull people feelΒ to goΒ to the city, the tug to stay in the valleys.
Indeed sometimes it’s best to enjoy the rain.
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Being a Brit, I must agree with you π
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Beautiful take π
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Thank you so much π
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You are most welcome π
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Wonderfully descriptive!
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Thanks so much. And thanks for reading π
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I love the way you use words to describe your thoughts. I always find it entertaining, once again, you made my day Lynn. Thank’s!
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Thank you – you made my day too with your kind comments. Such lovely thoughts. Thank you and again, thanks for reading π
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