Past Times 3

TRAIN SPOTTING Clutching sandwiches, pencil and pop we awaited the eight  forty-five,tickets in hand;we scrambled aboard the LMS, carriage, with  engine and van; from the High Street, ‘ere long smoke billowed  over the vale ,as we chugged along Non stop, five miles the grimy coach rocked and swayed. ’All change, All change’ loudly, the Station-master barked out his refrain, we trainspotting lads so quickly de-trained, all day to remain; Crossing, noting  and recording each London-bound train.