{"id":3607,"date":"2017-07-02T16:31:38","date_gmt":"2017-07-02T16:31:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.stuartmillerosborne.co.uk\/?p=3607"},"modified":"2017-07-02T16:39:07","modified_gmt":"2017-07-02T16:39:07","slug":"sleeping-on-bedwyn-railway-station-on-a-summers-afternoon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2017\/07\/02\/sleeping-on-bedwyn-railway-station-on-a-summers-afternoon\/","title":{"rendered":"Sleeping at Bedwyn Railway Station on a Summer\u2019s Afternoon"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>During the recent spell of very hot weather<\/p>\n<p>I found myself walking in the Wiltshire countryside<\/p>\n<p>It was almost musical<\/p>\n<p>The hot winds were dancing with the golden wheatfields<\/p>\n<p>But the distant trees remained still<\/p>\n<p>That was one of the many mysteries I faced that day<\/p>\n<p>However I was required elsewhere<\/p>\n<p>I am always required elsewhere<\/p>\n<p>So I made my way back to Bedwyn<\/p>\n<p>My intention was to catch a train<\/p>\n<p>But there were no trains due to a pigeon exploding somewhere on the network<\/p>\n<p>I waited and waited but there were none<\/p>\n<p>So I decided to walk to my home town<\/p>\n<p>But before setting out I rested for a while on the platform on Bedwyn Railway Station<\/p>\n<p>I chose a shady spot and soon stretched out and fell asleep like a gentleman of the road<\/p>\n<p>My slumbers were rudely interrupted an hour later when an express train roared through the station<\/p>\n<p>It alarmed me and I awoke with a start<\/p>\n<p>When I regained my senses I could see that only express trains would pass by<\/p>\n<p>And that lesser trains would not call at this rural outpost for some hours<\/p>\n<p>So I started my journey and within two hours I was back in my home town<\/p>\n<p>It was only then that I realised that I had left my copy of the Pilgrims Progress on the lonely platform at Bedwyn<\/p>\n<p>I made enquiries about its return but it was reported that the angels had taken it<\/p>\n<p>As they required a book to read during their off-duty hours<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>During the recent spell of very hot weather I found myself walking in the Wiltshire countryside It was almost musical The hot winds were dancing with the golden wheatfields But the distant trees remained still That was one of the many mysteries I faced that day However I was required elsewhere I am always required [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3607"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3607"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3607\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3607"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3607"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3607"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}