Journeys Past and Present.

Today I was heading up Ipswich way to visit family, which meant catching the train from Liverpool Street Station. A place that always stirs something in me. I do love this station.

Back in the late 70s, 1980s, I worked in the area and would often pass through Liverpool Street Station as part of my daily routine. I only wish I'd had taken a photograph at the time because the station is unrecognisable now compared to how it must have looked then. 

Liverpool Street Station isn't just part of my story, is also part of Nigel's family history. His grandfather worked there, starting as a porter before becoming a train guard. And, of course, back then it was all steam trains. This is going back to the 1920s. His mum used to share the loveliest stories about how, during the school holidays, her father would sneak her and her sister into the guard's van, and off they would go on little adventures by train. I love imagining that -  the magic of those unexpected journeys, the thrill of steam and steel.

As I stood in the station today, surrounded by the rush of modern travel, I couldn't help but feel a quiet connection to all those layers of the past - my own, and those of a family who came before. It's amazing how a place can hold so many different stories, all waiting, just beneath the surface.

Places change, time moves on, but the memories - and the stories we carry - remain beautifully timeless.