It was one of those idyllic days that comes about by accident. We had travelled over the North York Moors and a road with many near vertical drops to Levisham Station. There we watched the old system of ensuring that only one train is on the single track at a time. he who has the token as the line. In the warm sun, it was easy to think ourselves in a less hurried, less digital, less interconnected world. A world, indeed, that relied on brass and leather mechanics instead of plastic and silicon electronics. A word where neither email nor cellphone disturbed the tranquility. The ‘real’ pork pies tasted good too!
Passing the token – NYMR