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As a child I would help my uncle Ernie
on his allotment, that backed on to the railway lines. As
a train went past he would say, "That's the 4.15 to
Dover, we had better go home for tea". Without looking
at his watch he could tell the exact time. In the fifties
British Rail took pride in their trains, in their appearance
and in their time keeping. This pride spilled over into
the stations, where station staff would keep the station
spotless. Flower beds and hanging baskets would be nurtured
and prizes given for the 'Best Kept Station'. What went
Wrong?
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