Just an hour on the train…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s featured dance is the ‘Black Bottom’.
Come on Stella, ‘Hop down front then doodle back – mooch to your left, then mooch to your right’ – but hey, mind you don’t knock my aspidistra over, you great clumsy…
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York, Sherburn-in-Elmet, Selby, Barlby, Wressle, Howden, Eastrington, Brough, Hessle, Hull…
Yes, I suppose I’m documenting the one-hour journey from York to Hull. The photograph above was snapped through the train window about half way, those yellow bars in the sky are the reflections of the lights in the carriage. I had a very nice day of art, architecture, and cafes in York, but made the mistake of choosing a day for my visit when the trains were full of people going to and coming from the big daft competitive quadruped money event, known as York Races.
The carriage was full and buzzing with tipsy racegoers. The men were generally wearing creased grey suits, nice pale shirts and ties, and the women mostly wearing dazzling brightly coloured frocks, glittery tops with tight trousers, and plenty of orange makeup. There was a lot of aftershave, sweat, and perfume swirling in the air. They were all very loud and jolly, perhaps a bit too jolly for me; I popped my headphones on and dived into the world of Poly Styrene and ‘X-Ray Spex’, and a bit later ‘The Shadows Greatest Hits’ on my MP3 player, and stared up into that super sky…

 

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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7 Responses to Just an hour on the train…

  1. That annoying train line used to go quite near my parents’ house but not near enough to be walking distance and nowhere near a bus route. Well, buses don’t exist in country villages do they? I have no idea why it stops at Wressle. There is nothing at Wressle except for someone who seems to have a private castle in their garden. I suppose it is probably in habited by rich York commuters.

    I like York. I think it is impossible to not have a nice day there.

  2. Snoring Dog Studio says:

    Lovely photo. I long to visit your part of the world again!

  3. diannegray says:

    What a great photo – monster in the sky! 🙂

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