My Old Home Town

A Memory of Greenhithe.

I lived in Mounts Road for the first eleven years of my life and spent most of my days exploring during the summer holidays, espcially the cows field at the rear of our house as there was a tunnel in middle of field where the old railway used to run.  We were told stories of how the tunnel caved in and the train was buried.  One day my friend and myself went down to explore and there sticking out were the bumpers of a train.  I never forget that day because we scared the begeebers out of each other saying we could hear cries of the people that were buried alive on the train and imagined them to be the workers coming from the chalk pit.  It's funny the things that stay with you and I always wonder whether the stories that were told to us were true.