Worth A Thousand Words #1 – The Morpeth Train


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I grew up with a train line behind my house. There was a line with no trains as the trains had stopped running slightly before I could remember them.

But everything was there until men came and tore up the steel lines and left the shell of a train line. But the bank the trains ran on stayed, we played on it, found a lot of the bank was sand, and that afforded us the luxury of a sand pit which we dug into at our leisure.

There was an old signal post behind out house that slowly rusted into oblivion and a little further down a bridge across a small creek. Today the remains of the bridge are still there but not much else.

The train station platforms remain, and the Morpeth Station has been kept for historical reasons. To us in 2018 it seems odd that there would ever have been a train line, Morpeth is today a tourist destination, lots of antique shops and cafes, a few hotels and not much else. Each weekend it is jammed packed with people checking out the few galleries and taking advantage of the great eateries.

But in the past when the train ran, it was a thriving river port. Ships would come up the river from the port of Newcastle to load wool and grain. But as progress happens and the river silted up, the use of Morpeth as a port became redundant. Road transport had improved as has rail access to the port in Newcastle.

So Morpeth died in lots of ways. I always considered it a dead end place three miles down the road. In the 80’s and 90’s, it woke up to its tourist potential.

I’m sure my parents and those people living along Morpeth Road at the time drew a collective sigh of relief when the train stopped running. There was no such thing as a quietly running steam locomotive.

The legacy for us is that the old houses in the street, mine included, have a thin layer of soot in our ceilings which we rediscover any time we attempt any renovation involving the ceiling.

The days of the steam locomotive are long gone, but some of us are old enough to recall them huffing and puffing their way along.


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8 Responses to Worth A Thousand Words #1 – The Morpeth Train

  1. The Haunted Wordsmith says:

    I miss the age of trains. I think it would be fantastic to travel by rail…actual train, not the high speed trains we use today. It reminds me of the introduction to Hello Dolly when they all get dressed up and take the train from Yonkers to New York City. I’ve read that people used to get dressed up just to take the train because it was such a treat.

  2. Love Morpeth and I remember the many weekends we need a break but couldnt travel very far. Actually, We walked there on one occasion. Thanks for the memory.

  3. Love the old steam trains. Reminiscent of my own childhood.

    • Michael says:

      Once a year we have a steamfest where they dust off a few old trains 🚂 and them run again. It attracts a lot of people

      • We have similar things over here. There’s a huge one in Dorset at Blandford (my friend and I had a tank ride at that and you could hear our screams for miles!) and there’s one at Boston.

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