
A Railway Stop Beneath the Chestnut Trees
The station is so modest that the first sign of it is a row of chestnut trees, not a building. Their trunks stand behind a low fence, and their leaves form a roof over the platform in late summer. A narrow lane bends around the trees and ends at a stone shelter with a tiled roof. There is no ticket office open when I arrive. A small machine offers paper tickets and gives one with a warm crease down its middle. The platform benches face the tracks, but the best view is from the lane, where a person can see both the station and the roofs of the village beyond it. The shelter is built from pale local stone. Its corners are rounded from weather, and the timber supports have been painted a dark green that has nearly become black. A little carved flower sits above the doorway. It is easy to miss until the sun reaches the wall at an angle and reveals the petals. Inside, a board lists the next services in two directions. Someone has added a handwritten note about a market day, with an arrow pointing toward the village. The note is not official, but it explains why a train that is usually quiet may arrive with several baskets and a crate of apples. The chestnut trees drop their fruit on the gravel beyond the fence…
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