Website Life at Chathill - a memoir

AJC

Western Thunderer
Stumbled across this - a memoir of life as Stationmaster’s daughter at Chathill on the ECML (erstwhile junction for the North Sunderland Railway), in the ‘60s by Professor Pamela Clemit. I like the minutiae of life alongside the railway in transition: teleprinters and coal drops, fish trains and Deltics, a peopled place giving way to a train each way each weekday. You might enjoy this too:


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Tim Lewis

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Stumbled across this - a memoir of life as Stationmaster’s daughter at Chathill on the ECML (erstwhile junction for the North Sunderland Railway), in the ‘60s by Professor Pamela Clemit. I like the minutiae of life alongside the railway in transition: teleprinters and coal drops, fish trains and Deltics, a peopled place giving way to a train each way each weekday. You might enjoy this too:


Adam
That's a lovely piece, Adam - thanks for the link.
 
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richard carr

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Thanks Adam

When I was at Newcastle Uni in the early 80's one my favourite things was to take 1S15 (the 17:18 Newcastle to Edinburgh local) from Newcastle to Manors a short 1 1/2 miles onwards, but occasionally I could afford to go to Chathill and get the the return Edinburgh Newcastle Local back.

There was nothing there back then, just the post bus to meet the train, it's quite amazing that the station survived.

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AJC

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That's a lovely piece, Adam - thanks for the link.

My pleasure, Tim (I hadn't realised you were here - how's Coldstream coming along?).

Thanks Adam

When I was at Newcastle Uni in the early 80's one my favourite things was to take 1S15 (the 17:18 Newcastle to Edinburgh local) from Newcastle to Manors a short 1 1/2 miles onwards, but occasionally I could afford to go to Chathill and get the the return Edinburgh Newcastle Local back.

There was nothing there back then, just the post bus to meet the train, it's quite amazing that the station survived.

Richard

It's barely surviving, but it's there, incredibly. My equivalent, rather more recent, was cheaper still - riding down to Norwich Thorpe to watch the loading and shunting of the two portions of the Norwich TPO. The last gasps of a now completely lost form of operation, 20 years ago.

Adam
 
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