Watercress Line

Coronavirus / Covid-19 Update

Our priority during the Coronavirus / Covid-19 outbreak, and the railway's closure, is on meeting our running costs. We need around £75,000 per month. Without this income, within a relatively short period we will exhaust our reserves which are so important us for our long term plans.

Although these are difficult times for all of us, we are asking you to consider providing financial support to the railway. With your support, ideally through a monthly standing order, the railway can be in a safe and good position to move forward rapidly when circumstances allow.

The amount is up to you as everyone’s circumstances are different, but please give as generously as you can. One-off donations would also be welcomed.

Thank you.

Visit our donation page to make a monthly gift or donate a single amount.

You can also text WATERCRESS to 70085 to donate £10. Texts cost £10 plus one standard rate message.

A poem called ‘Steam Leviathans’

Below is a poem written by a young volunteer called Savannah from a Heritage Lottery Funded project called Memories Brought Home. Please see below her beautiful poem about the Watercress Line: 

Steam Leviathans

Hiss, hiss, hiss—!

Ripping through the foliage that seeks to cover man’s creation.

Whipping by wondrous landscapes and fields, startling cattle that graze by its rails.

Hiss, hiss, hiss—!

It does not bother to gaze upon the natural world.

Hiss, hiss, hiss—!

Forward.

Always forward.

Hiss, hiss, hiss—!

The same rusted tracks.

Day after day.

Its rage is regularly fuelled, screaming along guidelines to industrial cities that help its journey to further darken the skies.

Hiss, hiss, hiss—!

The beast releases a shrill whistle of success as it arrives at a yet another station. Millions upon millions of those smaller, finely dressed two legged creatures, board and, if it had a mind of its own, it would wonder; who are they? Where are they going?

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

But steam Leviathan's are not sentient.

Hiss, hiss...!

In the end, they will break.

...hiss...