SEACLIFF: Mrs Waldron paid the grocer a shilling for her icing sugar, then set off down the path towards the crossing, past the other shop set among trees and wild sweet peas, her long hair billowing behind her. Mrs Roger was by then at Seacliff Railway Station, where she stopped for a cup of bright brown tea. As she glanced back, Mrs Waldron had neared the level crossing. How exasperating it must be to find the goods’ train fully stopped, she told Mr Roger...
Posted on: Mon, 19 Aug 2013 10:31:03 +0000
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