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Found myself in the town of Haworth today, it seems to be a little town in Yorkshire that is set in the 1950s.

First went to a pub where I had a beef stew with dumplings, then to an old sweet shop a'top of t'hill, then a walk near the cemetary where all I could hear were birds and sheep.

Thing is, if you closed your eyes you could hear steam engines whistling and chuffing away in the distance, very strange, very strange indeed.   Mrs W told me to forget about the imaginary train noises and focus on the countryside.....