Did you enjoy the tale of Benny the Railway man? There really is an urn at Weymouth train station, although you may have doubted me due to the lack of photographic evidence provided. I can remedy that – see above. It’s not a remarkable photo but then it is not a remarkable urn. But there it is, pinned to the wall opposite platform 3.
Should you ever make it to furtherest point on the South West Trains mainline you’ll find yourself at Weymouth. It’s a nice enough seaside town with it’s olde worlde charm and twenty first century problems. In summer it heaves with flocks of sunseekers, disembarking from trains on the three platforms that bring them in from far Continue reading “The Legend of Benny the Railwayman”
Once upon a time, large sail ships in the waters around Britain were not an uncommon sight. To say the least. Some contained sugar, spice and all things nice. Others contained cannons and gunpowder. Some contained black folk from Africa, on their way across the Atlantic. All of them were vital ingredients in the growth of the British Empire. I probably don’t need to explain the controversial aspects of this to you. Continue reading “The Tall Ship”
English weather is what it is. This morning was bright and pleasant. It’s now blowing a gale and chucking down rain. Later it might snow. Or be sunny. Who knows? Last week at Weymouth’s famed beach it looked like a lovely spring day. But most definitely felt like February. The problem is, even come summer, it is likely to feel like February.