Oh Frank! What a fabulous picture. It would make a fantastic jigsaw puzzle!
Definitely memories of the boat, especially our final trip taking her up for brokerage as we went over two aqueducts, though nothing like this.
As a child, I used to love steam trains.
The High Street had a railway crossing, and I would go to the centre of the bridge when a steam train passed underneath and breathe in the unique smell as it puffed by.
The station was a few yards beyond the bridge, so it was a double whammy when trains were going in both directions. From my view-point I could see passengers alighting and boarding, then the whistle would blow, they would go their separate ways, and I would enjoy the pleasure all over again.
It’s not the same now of course.
Modern trains have no personality, the drivers don’t wave or emit a stream of steam for us watching kids. Rather than crowded, most are empty as fares as so high and I remember a time when it was cheaper to catch a train than the bus.
This picture brings forth an image of a steam train about to cross the bridge on its way to wherever, totally timeless in my mind.