E27002 wrote:

On Oct 30, 2:58*pm, Arthur Figgis wrote:
E27002 wrote:
On Oct 30, 11:40 am, TimB wrote:
On Oct 30, 6:15 pm, E27002 wrote:

On Oct 29, 6:34 pm, Miles Bader wrote: Theo Markettos writes:
A few weeks ago the best food King's Cross could offer was a sandwich. *Not
a hot meal in sight. *There's now a West Cornwall Pasty Company stand (back
near where it used to be, on the extended concourse between plat 7 and 8)
but I think that's it as far as hot food goes.
Wait, isn't KC ... world famous and all that... the departure point for
the wilds of Scotland ... etc?
Which brings to mind the last movie remake of "The Thritynine Steps".
In which, IIRC, the train for Scotland departs from St Pancras instead
of the more accurate Kings Cross.
But the Thames-Clyde Express left from St Pancras.

IIRC part of the story is that the hero, Richard Hannay, leaves the
train whilst it is on the Forth Bridge. *An AFIK, the Thames-Clyde
Express did not cross the Forth.

I've not seen the film(s), but the Forth Bridge doesn't feature in the
book, which is set in Galloway. However an advertising poster recently
on display at my local station would suggest LNER locos and the Forth
Bridge do appear in a recent stage version of it.

It has been a while since I last saw either (I think there are only 2)
version of the movie. The older black and white one, IIRC, did have
Hannay leaving the train on the bridge.

As Mr Figgis says, the Forth Bridge doesn't feature in the book (though
there are 3 films and a recent TV adaptation - by coincidence, the Donat
version was broadcast last night). That was Hitchcock's idea. In the
book, Hannay changes trains at Dumfries, He had a ticket to Newton
Stewart, but the manner of his leaving the second train is described
thus:

"About five o'clock the carriage had emptied, and I was left alone as I
had hoped. I got out at the next station, a little place whose name I
scarcely noted, set right in the heart of a bog. It reminded me of one
of those forgotten little stations in the Karroo. An old stationmaster
was digging in his garden, and with his spade over his shoulder
sauntered to the train, took charge of a parcel and went back to his
potatoes. A child of ten received my ticket, and I emerged on a white
road that straggled over the brown moor."


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