Changing trains

Thomas Baker - Hayfield

This weekend I spent many hours looking out of train windows as I shuttled between Kings Cross and Newcastle on Tyne. In between reading A S Byatt’s Ragnarok on my Kindle and doing email I watched thunder clouds chase us over early autumn fields and distant power stations. And I was struck how little of this view had visibly changed over the 40 years that I have been travelling this route. Living in a culture where everyone talks about change all the time –how can so many miles of English landscape remain so unchanged? 


The changes I can spot seem trivial: the hay bales in the fields are now cylindrical not cuboid; what were dirty workshops and warehouse frontages are now the clean and polished retro frontages of offices and apartments. Inside the train things have changed significantly. The carriage is cleaner, no one smokes.  We have free wifi and tea and sandwiches delivered to our seats. People are talking – but not so much to each other as to others elsewhere in the world. We are changed, in our locomotive of metal modernity  rushing through a landscape that my father would have felt comfortably familiar with.

Eric Ravilious 1939 - Train

About Gill Kirkup

I have worked most of my life as an academic engaged in a combination of teaching, research and scholarship. A strong theme over the years has been a critical engagement with the gendering of technologies and the technologies of gender and identity. This blog is a place where I can reflect on all of these - sometimes in a scholarly way -but not always.
This entry was posted in the pleasures of technology, the trouble with technology. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>