“Hurry up T” I shouted at him, as he’s sat at the table doing his daily Sudoku, “if we are catching the train to Hereford, we need to get going”
Since Mr Beeching decided he didn’t want trains going any further south through our town station, any rail journeys we make have to be either via Birmingham, or a car journey of eight miles to Bromsgrove.
Arriving at Bromsgrove, with a good ten minutes to purchase our tickets from the machine, the tannoy voice announces a delay of fifteen minutes, Oh dear, a twenty five minute wait.
“I COULD have finished my puzzle” T shouts, as he fumbles to put his specs on to read the machine.
Being clever and with eyesight not quite as bad as his, I boldly press the button marked Hereford, stating “Look, it’s there” T continues with the purchase, and out pops his ticket, Yes, that is ticket as in a singular ticket, I’d pressed the button for a single journey not a return 😳 I proceeded to purchase my ticket, making sure I pressed return this time.
This wasn’t a good start to the day, leaving home too early, train delayed and the purchase of a single at £5.40 instead of a return costing £5.50. Luckily once on the train, the guard was very understanding of the poor pensioners’ eyesight and issued him a return for an extra 10p. 😉
We made our way towards the cathedral, quite an imposing building, where I took a few photos, photography wasn’t allowed inside without a permit, so the stunning stained glass windows, will have to be imagined.
A short walk down a narrow street, which claims to be where Nell Gwynne (I thought she was famous for oranges, but T kept going on about melons) was born. I was always led to believe she was born in London, but on checking the internet once home, I found three cities claim to be her birthplace, Oxford being the third. So it’s anyones guess.
Over the old river bridge, which is parallel to the new bypass bridge, we walked down along the river, up over an old rail bridge, back along the other bank, and into the town.
We called into the museum, which held the history of Hereford from prehistoric days. On the main wall up the stairs, was an amazing mosaic floor from the Roman town of Magnis (Kenchester). Sorry again no photographs allowed.
Eventually we made our way back to the station for the train to Bromsgrove.
Passing through the two Malvern stations, I asked T why a small town like Malvern had two stations. A mind of information, he announced that in Victorian days, when the wealthy came to Malvern to take the waters, Great Malvern station was for those who could afford to stay at the Imperial Hotel, which was next to the station, or make their way up the tree-lined avenue to one of the other town centre hotels. Malvern Link was for the rest of the riffraff.
This photo was taken from the train as we waited at Great Malvern station. The very ornate Victorian station.
On arrival at Bromsgrove, the heavens opened, so me being the kind person I am, walked the 5 minutes to get the car, while T sheltered in the station…….hmmmm, something wrong there.
A few more pics here