The actions of morons.
The destructive efforts of mindless knobheads are bad enough to bear when you run a commercial business, but, when as seen here, the work of stretched volunteers is nullified and regressed, it seems worse.
After my visit to Epping station, and with no enforced return time, I set out to drive to the far terminus of the proposed preserved line at Ongar. Due I suppose to the time of year, the station was closed but I got out of the car never the less to have a look at what was on show. On the station frontage I came across this sight, a tin of BR blue paint had been thrown through the Station Master's office window (not sure from which side) and coated a desk, chair, window cill, various bits of equipment and a phone. The paint was still quite wet and had a very fresh smell to it leaving me to presume it had recently happened.
Going off a a tangent, the last time I passed this location it seemed to stand in splendid isolation. I was surprised to find yesterday that it had been built up around and about with new tall houses ... the scope now for prospective residents to complain about the surprise of finding noisy trains running again will sadly be immense.
The actions of morons.
The destructive efforts of mindless knobheads are bad enough to bear when you run a commercial business, but, when as seen here, the work of stretched volunteers is nullified and regressed, it seems worse.
After my visit to Epping station, and with no enforced return time, I set out to drive to the far terminus of the proposed preserved line at Ongar. Due I suppose to the time of year, the station was closed but I got out of the car never the less to have a look at what was on show. On the station frontage I came across this sight, a tin of BR blue paint had been thrown through the Station Master's office window (not sure from which side) and coated a desk, chair, window cill, various bits of equipment and a phone. The paint was still quite wet and had a very fresh smell to it leaving me to presume it had recently happened.
Going off a a tangent, the last time I passed this location it seemed to stand in splendid isolation. I was surprised to find yesterday that it had been built up around and about with new tall houses ... the scope now for prospective residents to complain about the surprise of finding noisy trains running again will sadly be immense.