Spent the day at a Railway Heritage Centre today.
This small station building used to be Oxford's second station.
After years of neglect it was dismantled and moved 20 miles to Quainton
and lovingly restored to it's Victorian glory.
This is something else! Knowing it's a train station you assume she's running for the next departure. Imagine in BW tho--at night... is she running from trouble?? Running towards her family?? The stories!
