Wednesday, 26 May 2021

Trains at Grosmont Station.

Continuing with the Yorkshire photo's. On the second day I walked the Rail Trail from Goathland to Grosmont. It's an old railway track now converted for walkers. This is the sight that greets you as you approach Grosmont. There is a bench there to take a short break and read the information board and enjoy the scenery.
Grosmont is a junction where three railway lines meet so there is more going on there as the engines shunt around swapping carriages. This attracts more people to view the action. People waiting for trains and rail enthusiasts taking photo's.   
The gates have to be opened stopping the traffic while all this activity goes on. 
There were too many people on the platform for my liking, so I found another spot to get some photo's. The pub car park next door was a good place. 
Positioning myself for a close up. 
Even closer. He didn't know I was taking this. 
Well chuffed with these photo's. 
Just up the road is this row of dinky cottages. Reminded me of Last of the Summer Wine. 

After I got the photo's I was soon on my way. Not hanging around. I'll post some more in the next few days. There's another video as well. 

Raining again today. Looking like a day indoors. 

Thanks for popping in, we'll catch up soon. Toodle pip.   ilona


  1. Beautiful photos Ilona.Infact,I will go as far to say,they are my most favourite of all the photos you have ever posted on here...and you have done some beauties before!.I could have just sat there all day watching the comings and goings.Why do I always imagine that people who live in these sort of places,have the most stress free life style?.No worrys,no illnesses,always smiling...maybe I am just remembering the childrens books I used to read,lol.xx

    1. Hi Debi. I left home at 18 because I thought my home town was a dump. I wanted to live somewhere more exciting so I moved to Blackpool. It was exciting for about three and a half years, then I moved to Birmingham. Didn't like that much so I moved back to my home town. By then I had grown up a bit and realised that a place is what you make it. You can be lonely and bored in a place buzzing with life, as you can living in the wilds of the countryside. It takes effort to be happy where you are. If you don't put anything into it you get nothing out of it.


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