One day it 1981 a university friend and I set off from Harpenden to follow this line. Without really intending to, we walked all the way to Hemel Hempstead.
On the way to the railway station there I passed the second primary school I had once attended in the town: Boxmoor.
It had been replaced by a new school a few years before, but was still standing. When I went back years later it had been demolished and replaced with a close of four houses.
I have started swapping emails with someone I was at Boxmoor with, even though this is a period of my life I have always shied away from. It was here that my father walked out on us when I was 11.
But there are good memories too - the school reports I got when I was 12 were the best I was ever going to receive - and there is something rather flattering about being remembered from 50 years ago.
Maybe I will go back again this year and lay some ghosts.
Anyway, nice railway pictures and a good tune.
Later...
I can only talk about childhood trauma when showing you pictures of old railway stations #verybritishproblems https://t.co/e2lN5aiCNy— Jonathan Calder (@lordbonkers) February 20, 2020
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