The site also also contains some charming little essays. One, beautifully written, is about a nostalgic trip to the rural county of Kent, in South-East England, where Winspear grew up, and a ride on the lovingly-preserved Kent & East Sussex Railway, hailed by its supporters as "the country’s finest example of a rural light railway".
Here's an extract from Jacqueline Winspear's essay:
"He's seen me, he's seen me!" I'd squeal.
"I was no more than a toddler at the
time, but I remember it clearly, remember the waft of smoky steam
pressing up through the trees, the kerCHUFF-kerCHUFF of the engine,
and the driver's smile as he leaned out to acknowledge me. And that
whistle really was for me, because the drivers knew who was who along
the branch line. We arrived at the station in Hartley late one day,
my parents running to the platform only to see the back of the last
carriage as it pulled out. But the driver had looked around at just
the right moment and seen us, so drew his engine to a steaming halt
and shunted the carriages back again so that we could climb aboard.
That was in the days when a guard would walk ahead of the train to
the first level crossing at Bishops Lane, to close the gates so that
the train could pass safely. Not that there was much traffic on
Bishop's Lane. The odd tractor, perhaps the farmer's old Morris, Fred
Cooke delivering groceries, or the doctor on his rounds. And that was
on a busy day.”
You can read the rest of the yarn, here.
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