Ticket Offices Saved

 

Wadhurst station in the Sussex Weald, 27th November 2021.

At long last, some good news for the railways — the proposals to close virtually every railway ticket office in England have now been completely scrapped.  A quarter of a million responses were made to the consultation: a huge public outcry, and a justified one.

One of the railway’s greatest strengths is, or ought to be, its ability to look after passengers and to give them confidence in travelling.  This is something the roads, in the grip as they are of Darwinian principles, cannot do.  The steady withdrawal of personnel from platforms and trains and bureaux undermines this great advantage, to say nothing of discriminating against those who are unable to use the grinning machines installed their place.

As my friend Maolsheachlann says, “People power works!  Let’s not forget it!”

In Memoriam

The Remembrance side-chapel at King’s College, Cambridge, 11th November, 2023.  In the main chapel, as this photograph was taken, the organist was softly rehearsing the accompaniment to the movement ‘Reconciliation’ from Vaughan Williams’ cantata Dona Nobis Pacem.

These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
The years had given them kindness.  Dawn was theirs,
And sunset, and the colours of the earth.
These had seen movement, and heard music; known
Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended;
Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone;
Touched flowers and furs and cheeks.  All this is ended.

Rupert Brooke (1887–1915)

Fanfare for Allhallowstide

Fresco of the Communion of Saints at the Padua Baptistery (painted by Giusto de' Menabuoi, 1375–1376)
© José Luiz Bernardes Ribeiro / CC BY-SA 4.0

 

Reposted according to tradition...
 
     How shall we pilgrims keep the law of love?
  How shall we follow where our Lord has led?
  The saints know how: they point the way ahead;
  They watch the road to Heaven from above.

  The saints were young and old, were great and small;
  However they were called, one truth they knew:
  Whatever works of woe the world may do,
  The Lord shall never let His faithful fall.

  So we on earth, we must be saints as well,
  We wayward wayfarers whom they invite
  To blaze with love, to set the world alight,
  To join them in the joy in which they dwell.

  As we must one day die, they also died,
  But live now as we hope we too shall live.
  To all our friends in Heaven let us give
  Our joyful greetings at Allhallowstide!