When ,this morning I read on Facebook a post from my son saying, " Telling Eitan how my great-grandmother used to lift me up to look out the window when the train was passing. Crazy thing is that I was his age back then and the memory is crystal clear. Warms my heart." It warmed the cockles of my heart too, because over 55 years ago, my maternal grandmother use to lift my cousins and I on to her draining board to look out of her kitchen window at the trains that went past. Grandma knew all the times, "That's the London, Portsmouth, or Brighton train." she would tell us. Sometimes,if we were very lucky we would walk over the bridge from her home to Hove station and get the train for a seven minute trip to Brighton station or Portslade station, go shopping and return to her home. Maybe my grandma instilled in me my love of train travel, or maybe my love ...