This was the scene as Oliver Cromwell passed through the crowds on their way to the Thorpe Park busses. No one looked, nobody noticed, nobody paused to see what had sounded a steam whistle. Only the old beardies on the footbridge, and I on a deserted up platform watched as Brunswick Green and Maroon slid past. And in those few moments, we experienced a satisfaction deeper than all the the rides in all the theme parks in the world could offer.
A good start to a Bank Holiday Weekend I think.
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