The three of us – Bob, Chris and me, trainspotters extraordinaire, caught our usual train for an afternoon’s spotting at Witham on the main London line departing Braintree at 2.17pm, arriving Witham 2.34pm having called at the tiny intermediate stations of Cressing and White Notley, both, to the delight of John Betjeman, being examples of his beloved poetical ‘oil-lit halts’.
It became a habit for at least one of us to lean out of the compartment carriage window to deter any further passengers entering; sometimes it worked, sometimes not, but the ‘2.17’ was never very busy and rarely collected any passengers en route. It’s not that we didn’t welcome fellow travellers but an empty compartment on the ancient (c1907) dirty brown carriages allowed us free reign to move from one…