Slow train journeys in rural England sure are an experience. You're going ten miles and it takes a day and a half because it stops at every lamp-post and the announcement says "The next station stop is Ferretley" or something and you think "I didn't know that was a place" and you get there and it isn't
Last stop was literally a picket fence, enough chopped wood to build another picket fence and, briefly, a train.
My guy Ferretby was barely builded here
Two clarifications:
Ferretby's name has been changed to protect the identities of it and its resident(s)
I specify slow trains to distinguish from the other two types of train in England: Delayed and Cancelled
