"Branch line travel in the days of steam was a wonderful way of life for the travelling rail fan.
One was never in a hurry and could relax at his window seat in the inevitable ancient carriage that, having outlived it's declining years on a slow and easy once-a-week branch line.
The fan would not just have the compartment to himself, he would often have the whole carriage...
...The train rumbled through the rural scene......The carriage would gently sway along, creaking at times....There would be the smell of smoke drifting back from the engine mingled with the never-to-be-forgotten odor of hot sun on the leather seats......"
(Excerpts from p. 39,40 - "Change Here For")