OMG
is that really the sun shining out there?
Yes I
do believe it is.
It
wasn’t long before The Man and I were out the door and down to the train
station and on our way to Waterloo.
After
a bit of a diversion because somewhere down the line there had been a signal
failure we were soon buying out tickets to go to Farnham.
While
we waited we got chatting to an old chap working outside the information booth.
He’d worked for the railways for his enter working life, since he was 16.
You
should have seen us he said, us boys weren’t allowed onto the platforms because
we were too young. One of the cargo that came through the station at night was
boxes of live chicks. He told us that one of his mates would take a chick home
each night. He would up with about 200 and would bring the eggs in for his
mates. Another time a group of them got their hands on some detonators. If
there was a problem on the track these detonators would be laid so that their explosion would alert the
following train of danger. One night the lads got onto the tracks ahead of one
of the trains so that when it set out the next morning the detonation stopped
the train.
Tickets
in hand we hopped aboard the train and were on or way.
Farnham
is a pretty Georgian town with a population of about 38,000.
A
short walk from the station and we were in the centre of town. There are lots
of well-preserved historic buildings. You could tell by the height of the access
way to the rear of buildings that they were for coaches.
Once
we’d been up the main street we retraced our footsteps and then turned up
Castle Street. Can you guess where that street leads?
Well
done you are right, castle streets leads up to the castle.
Unfortunately
the castle itself wasn’t open, but we were able to explore the keep. We sat in
the shade of one of the ancient walls to quench our thirst.
we were soon wandering among some of the ancient and illegible grave stones. We were pleased to discover that the church was open. On such a hot day the interior was pleasantly cool and we wandered about reading memorial inscription of the many of plaques that adorned the walls. The font cover was very prettily decorated as was the partition wall behind it.
We
had crossed a small river on our way into town and thought it would be nice to
have our lunch in the shade of the overhanging trees, and we did.
Fed
and watered we followed the signs to The Maltings which is an arts centre that really
is in a set of old malting buildings on the River Wey.
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| Look what we spotted swimming down the canal |
The monthly market was almost
packed away. Hmm that’s a good reason to come back next month.
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