I've thought of an apt expression for something that is very rare - as rare as a Keith Flint ballad.
150 years ago the landed gentry of this country saw the railways as a great leap forward and vied with each other to have a railway station sited near their properties. Imaging their delight at having a train stop near their houses once a week to help them make what would have been an arduous journey to conduct some business at the nearest large town or city.
The photo below is of one such manor house in Westerleigh, not fat from us on the other side of Yate.
150 years ago the landed gentry of this country saw the railways as a great leap forward and vied with each other to have a railway station sited near their properties. Imaging their delight at having a train stop near their houses once a week to help them make what would have been an arduous journey to conduct some business at the nearest large town or city.
The photo below is of one such manor house in Westerleigh, not fat from us on the other side of Yate.
Little did they think that, generations later, small railway stations would have been eliminated in the interests of efficiency and trains would be hurtling past every 20 to 30 minutes at phenomenal speeds.
This aerial image of the same house in Westerleigh was taken before the recent electrification of the line. One line is the link to Cheltenham and the other of the main line between London and Bristol Parkway.
This is what has happened in the last couple of years and how the quaint, 17th century manor house looks today with the electrification gantries.
This aerial image of the same house in Westerleigh was taken before the recent electrification of the line. One line is the link to Cheltenham and the other of the main line between London and Bristol Parkway.
This is what has happened in the last couple of years and how the quaint, 17th century manor house looks today with the electrification gantries.
The damned thing is nearly unsaleable.
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