As you read this, I may be on a train to London. No not THIS train, silly. Something far less romantic, which may or may not run on time. But which will not bring me to journey’s end covered in soot and smelling of coal. Signing off for a few days.

For Leanne’s Monochrome Madness.

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Author: margaret21

I'm retired and live in North Yorkshire, where I walk , write, volunteer and travel as often as I can.

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      1. There could be several reasons for that. I went to grammar school and had to travel there. We lived in the countryside and were a minor line, so they didn’t have the most modern trains. For me, it was an everyday occasion, completely normal, but I’ve met many people, especially younger ones, who were just as amazed as if I’d said I’d travelled to the moon and back daily. 😉

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      2. Well, quite. But I lived out my childhood in London, so buses and underground trains were my mode of travel. In fact at 8 years old I used to undertake a half hour long journey on the tube, and then cross several busy main roads to reach my school (I was kept there when we moved as I’d already got 3 other schools under my belt, and it seemed better not to change yet again). I can’t think of that happening these days.

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      5. Oh, I’m sure it was. We moved with our kids to another country with another language when they were five (the older one was ten when we moved him to a third country).
        I only moved to another part of our village when I was three. But the people there spoke low German with their kids which I handnt so far. Mind you, I was fluent in no time.

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