Uphollandlatic
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Hello everyone,
This is my first post.
For a couple of months I've been going along to a U3A Creative Writing group. Each month we gather and read what we've written and then are given a starting point for the next month. Last month it was The Prophecy or Caught in the Act. For next month we were given 'The bell rang...'. This doesn't have to be the start of the story but must appear in it somewhere.
All the place names are real as is the geographical position of the Ditton Brook signal cabin. I have researched the signal bell-codes used at the time and tried to be as accurate as I can. It was not my intention to be slavishly accurate, although that would be nice, I really wanted to convey the routines and atmosphere of the signal cabins in that period.
It's about 1200 words so won't take long to read.
My dad worked on the railways in signal maintenance immediately before and after WW2. Then in 1949 he went into the family grocery business. When I was a small boy I used to go with him on his rounds. One of his customers was at a farm that was only accessible by going over the level crossing at Ditton Brook. As it wasn't that long after he had left the railways he would leave me would leave me in the care of the signalman with whom he was friends. Can you imagine that happening today?
This is my first post.
For a couple of months I've been going along to a U3A Creative Writing group. Each month we gather and read what we've written and then are given a starting point for the next month. Last month it was The Prophecy or Caught in the Act. For next month we were given 'The bell rang...'. This doesn't have to be the start of the story but must appear in it somewhere.
All the place names are real as is the geographical position of the Ditton Brook signal cabin. I have researched the signal bell-codes used at the time and tried to be as accurate as I can. It was not my intention to be slavishly accurate, although that would be nice, I really wanted to convey the routines and atmosphere of the signal cabins in that period.
It's about 1200 words so won't take long to read.
My dad worked on the railways in signal maintenance immediately before and after WW2. Then in 1949 he went into the family grocery business. When I was a small boy I used to go with him on his rounds. One of his customers was at a farm that was only accessible by going over the level crossing at Ditton Brook. As it wasn't that long after he had left the railways he would leave me would leave me in the care of the signalman with whom he was friends. Can you imagine that happening today?
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