where an eagle flies. Perhaps it may soar away north to York where
the Euston railway station gates have made the journey. Here at the National Railway Museum it is a popular resting area, maybe the essence of railway entrances lingers as a meeting place. I wondered where they were on the original station and found this photograph from the 1950sand they can be glimpsed by the columns. Euston was the world's first capital terminal and to mark the opening in 1837 this 70 feet high entrance was constructed of Portland Stone as a scaled up replica of a Doric Portico such as might have been seen in ancient Greece, but on a colossal scale. Demolished in the 1960s when a lot of Victorian London was lost it was replaced by what has been described as "mundane modernism" and the dark uninviting station it is today. The Victorians also built outside the station four small lodges in matching Portland Stone for parcel collection and two of them survive but cast adrift with no purpose
I had no idea of their original use and took this photo only because of the interesting list of northern towns, one of which I sometimes change at to take the train down to London. Now knowing the original purpose I realise these are the names of the towns served by the railway. The only other reminder of the old stations is
the reimagining of the Doric Arch on Euston's pub sign.
An entry to ABC Wednesday - a journey through the alphabet




