As a kid, in the early 'sixties I lived in a terrace next to the main railway line between Hull and Doncaster (the line which features in Whitsun Weddings). We played and made dens in the fireweed by the side of the track. I like to imagine Larkin (the summer poet) travelling through Goole and seeing these kids through his carriage window mucking around by the monkey bridge and sidings ... could have happened : )
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The train may be three-quarter empty, but Larkin is somewhere on it. A very fine poem, Jonathan. I did get to Hull a few years ago, on a train from Scarborough, mainly to pay homage to the station statue. But I have never been to Goole. Perhaps one day.
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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Sat 3rd May 2025 08:04
An very evocative poem, Jonathan.
You've just resurrected a memory; the Leeds-Liverpool canal and Tom Pudding boats!
Always easy, sometimes beautiful, canalside walking.
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