Travelling back in time...

If I could, I would travel back in time. I would travel back to a time where things are moving a little slower, the pace of life isn't as frantic as it sometimes feels and where people and moments are more important than materialistic possessions. Since I haven't mastered the art of time travel just yet though and I can't for certain say if it ever really was like that. What if every generation of every era thought that things were better in the past? In which case, just like everybody else, I probably just have a somewhat rose-tinted view of it. I'm not even absolutely sure which time that would be, but when I think of it, I'd like to imagine it would look something like this... 

Yorkshire Steam Train Winter Travel

This was our last afternoon in North Yorkshire during our festive break. It was just after Christmas and Monsieur and I had decided to take another drive up into the moors. It was the only day I actually took my camera with me. I hadn't felt like taking any pictures throughout the week we spent up North as it would have felt like an intrusion that would have somehow distracted me from just being in the moment. I have the memories of a wonderful and quiet time we spent together and that's all I need. 

My gut feeling though was that it might be a good idea to bring my camera along on the last day we spent there. For some reason I felt that there might be something about that day that I really would want to capture and share. We hadn't planned anything apart from a drive and a walk when Monsieur decided that we should take the steam train that runs from Goathland to Levisham (absolutely not to be confused with Lewisham - one little letter makes the world of difference here). You know how (wise) people tell you that 'it's not about getting there, it's about the journey'. Well, there was absolutely no reason for getting onto that train other than the journey. No destination we wanted to reach and no agenda when we got there. In fact, we simply took the next train back. It was literally about the time spent on this train ride and slowly moving through the wintery countryside, billowing clouds of steam like in an old movie accompanying us. It felt peaceful, honest, grounded and like time had - if not actually turned back - at least stood still. It made me think about how and where I live and it made me wonder whether London is really the place I want to be. I didn't want to go back to London after our break. From where I was standing, life in such a city looked like the epitome of a superficial and meaningless show. I did of course come back and I won't be leaving permanently any time soon, but I do feel that leaving the city behind as often as possible opens our eyes to the important things in life. The things money can't buy and the people who couldn't care less about how much we've just spent on expensive brands. In that respect, a break from our busy daily life and, most important, from the big cities might not quite constitute time travel, but it does help to put things into perspective and understand the value of a slower pace. It's amazing what a little time spent on a steam train and a quiet walk in the country can do, don't you think?

Yorkshire Steam Train Winter Travel
Goathland Train Station North Yorkshire
Yorkshire Steam Train Winter Travel
Yorkshire Steam Train Winter Travel
Yorkshire Steam Train Winter Travel
Yorkshire Steam Train Winter Travel
Yorkshire Steam Train Winter Travel
Yorkshire Steam Train Winter Travel
Yorkshire Steam Train Winter Travel
Yorkshire Steam Train Winter Travel
Yorkshire Steam Train Winter Travel
Goathland North Yorkshire
Sunset over the North Yorkshire Moors

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