The platform bustled with jostling men and women. I clung to Georges frail hand, as my eyes swivelled. George and I had just paid, and though I insisted on paying, he refused. Now, our train drew up, billowing black smoke and chugging it in small puffs. George tugged me forward,pulling me through the crowds. I was pulled aboard, and we sat down in the closet carriage.
"Got to just keep going lass, sorry for pulling you"
"It's fine George"I said,sitting next to a plump lady.
"I haven't 'eard lass for ages.'Ello, my names Betty." said the plump woman, with a strong Scottish accent. She was wearing a violet dress, that was faded and pale.
" Oh don't mind her," a very British voice said,"Betty's very.... chatty. She doesn't bite though, otherwise I wouldn't side in this carriage!" A smaller woman said in pristine white with a fan.
"Oh Catherine be 'ushed. I'm just talking to the gal!
"Whilst your not very approachable. Imagine a stranger that was like you, then you would be scared in a way, would you not? I'm just reassuring her, she needs it."
The Scottish woman ignored her, and said " so gal, what's 'y name then?"
"Melissa..."
"Are you from England , such as myself? I know names like Catherine and Melissa and NOT Betty are very English" said Catherine.
"Nay she can't be" said Betty
" No I'm not, I am from Wales, the platform I just came off"
The 4 had a lovely chat, as places past by. Suddenly the train tooted.
" Well, this be our stop now" Said George.
Together, George and Melissa were bundled off the train .
