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Steam trains at Alton Station

October 25, 2014
Lord Nelson on loan from the National Railway Museum

Lord Nelson on loan from the National Railway Museum

steam train at Alton Station

steam train at Alton Station

Nunney Castle

Nunney Castle

On arrival at Alton Station today steam trains.

Unbelievable notice I have never seen before. Copyright Mafia strikes again.

Mid Hants Railway claims copyright to all pictures and threaten legal action.

They would be incredibly foolish to try. Imagine the bad publicity and the damage that would ensue. Mid Hants Railway are completely dependent upon public support.

Steam rally on the Watercress Line

September 8, 2012
Alton Station Watercress Line

Alton Station Watercress Line

Alton Station Watercress Line

Alton Station Watercress Line

Sometimes on arrival in Alton, if I am lucky I see a steam train.

Today was one of those days, a steam train. Before it pulled out, I noticed down the line something waiting to come in. I waited to see what it was. A freight train, pulled by two steam locomotives. They shunted the freight wagons up and down, I was not sure what was going on. Then in came another train, then another.

Two and a half hours, maybe nearly three hours later, I left the station. ….

To be cont ….

Afternoon in Alton

September 8, 2012
River Wey water meadows

River Wey water meadows

Sometimes a day out is not quite what we had planned.

Last week, I went to Alton looking forward to lunch at the little Italian restaurant, only to find it was closed.

This week, thought I, get to Alton early afternoon, lunch at the Italian coffee shop, then afternoon tea in the Allan Gallery, but it was not to be.

The day started off coolish mid-morning, but rapidly warmed up, by midday hot, and getting hotter during the afternoon.

Sometimes on arrival in Alton, if I am lucky I see a steam train.

Today was one of those days, a steam train. Before it pulled out, I noticed down the line something waiting to come in. I waited to see what it was. A freight train, pulled by two steam locomotives. They shunted the freight wagons up and down, I was not sure what was going on. Then in came another train, then another. What I had chanced upon was a steam rally on the Watercress Line, hence the large number of steam locomotives.

Two and a half hours, maybe nearly three hours later, I left the station.

No time to look in the bookshop, I headed straight on down to the little Italian coffee shop.

I was very disappointed to find nothing to eat as the chefs had gone home early. By now I was starving. I settled for prawns in a roll (all they had left), followed by a pot of tea and a cake. Not much left by the way of cakes.

I sat in the garden out the back and got chatting to a group of people who were down from London for a wedding. As they were leaving, I said I was happy to show them Alton and the water meadows as that was where I was heading.

By now, everything was closed.

Down the side of Costa Coffee, a narrow alley runs alongside the River Wey. The alley almost completely obstructed by tables and chairs from Costa. This is the norm for Costa. As is opening without planning consents. Baffled why anyone would wish to frequent Costa when Alton has a lovely little Italian coffee shop.

We popped into the local Methodist Church which was open. We were invited to join them for prayer, which we declined.

We then walked through the water meadows alongside the River Wey, and came back to the main road via St Lawrence Church.

As we were passing O’Connor’s Secret Garden, I suggested they may wish to take a look as I was dying of thirst and fancied a drink. We sat for a little while in the lovely garden out the back, then relocated inside as it was becoming cooler and we had decided to stay and eat. The meal was excellent.

For me, a long journey home, finally getting home very, very tired, not long before midnight. For my friends I guess much later as they had to travel back to London.

It had been my intention to travel down to Brighton the next day, but somehow I did no think that was going to happen. I was far too tired.

Afternoon in Alton

September 1, 2012

I did not arrive in Alton until late afternoon, as the morning spent working in the garden.

The honeycomb I found a few days ago was now all broken up. I suspected a fox. As if reading my thoughts, a fox materialised.

Sometimes the train to Alton stops at Bentley. This is the station for Alice Holt Forest and a track leads off from the station into the forest.

Sometimes when I alight at Alton there is a steam train, but not today.

At Alton Station there is a vegetable patch tended by volunteers. I think you van help yourself, but was not sure.

In the booking office there was tomatoes, two onions and a cucumber to help yourself. Which I did, dropping a donation into a little collecting box.

Alton Books was closed.

Lantern Wholefoods used to be a lovely little whole food shop. Now an empty unit, yet another small business destroyed thanks to a greedy absentee landlord.

The man who ran the shop wished to retire, but he was willing to carry on for a couple more years to enable a buyer to be found for a thriving business. The greedy landlord demanded a ten year lease.

I had wished to take late lunch in the lovely little Italian coffee shop. They closed for August. I had hoped they would be open, but not open until Monday.

Over the last few years Alton has been ruined by the number of High Street chains that have muscled their way into Alton. It now has a Costa and a Caffè Nero.

I am baffled why anyone would choose corporate fake, when Alton has the real thing.

The only other restaurant worth considering is O’Connor’s Secret Garden, which is open lunchtime and evening but not during the afternoon.

I found a little tea shop which I had not noticed before, probably because never open. They were closed for holidays. No that it would have helped if not on holidays as they close at 3pm.

What use is a tea shop that closes at 3pm?

Next to the tea shop a tiny antique shop not much bigger than a walk in wardrobe. One customer and full, and even then the owner would probably have to stand outside to make room for them.

Alton is the source of the River Wey. Last year it had run dry. This year flowing.

The last time I was in Alton was July for the Alton Food Festival, which I missed. It was a miserable day, cold, wet and raining. Today was pleasant and warm, with hazy sun.

On my way to the station, having detoured via the water meadows and St Lawrence Church, I passed by O’Connor’s Secret Garden. Peter O’Connor saw me and beckoned me in. I would have stayed and eaten, and it would have been a good time as I had not eaten all day, but I was tired, and so sadly I gave it a miss.

Peter told me they were having problems with trolls on TripAdvisor writing nasty reviews.

Unless TripAdvisor starts to take seriously fake reviews it will become like Wikipedia and lose all credibilty.

You can always tell a good restaurant when they have a love of what they are doing, a love of food, and Peter is a good chef, regulars are treated like members of the family, as are the staff.

St Lawrence Church was the site of an important and decisive battle of the English Civil War. Royalists were caught by surprise and slaughtered in the church.

I arrived at the station in time to catch a train, only a steam train pulled in as I was walking towards the station. I watched the steam train, then caught the next train.

Train, bus, then walk home.


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