I came across this photo today of Ilminster Station
which evoked more memories.
Firstly, of being absolutely terrified as the enormous metal engine, spouting steam, pulled into the Station.
I would run into the waiting room and hide under a bench. I had a similar fear of Steam engines – good job I wasn’t a boy.
Secondly, I remember going to Taunton baths swimming, a group of us without any adult supervision.
Ron Dixon was there this day.
Those were the days of corridors which we would run up and down until the guard caught us . Also that strong brown leather strap with holes in it which lowered the windows. Once on the train I loved it – the smell of the smoke and the repetitive noise of the train on the tracks.
Yes, happy days.