“Shall I take some pictures?” “Yes, please.” After all,
Cromford station is a Grade II listed building and we don’t get here that
often. I was not thinking about the building. I was casting my mind back more
than 60 years.
I was whisked through this station when it was a
double-track main line, on our two family holidays staying with my aunt in
deepest Leicestershire. It would have been a Manchester Central to St Pancras
steam-hauled express - a Patriot or a Jubilee. Why didn’t I start taking the
numbers earlier? “You are still living in the 1960s.” “It was the late 50s”, I
added, wistfully, still staring into space.
We walked the short and picturesque section of the Cromford
canal as far as High Peak Junction. “This was a line I never got around to.
They had those chunky J94s, the same as on Bidston sheds.”
I suddenly got the feeling that it was time for lunch.
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