Wednesday 17th July 2019, 3.15pm (day 2,883)
Scenes from the East Coast Main Line… there is plenty to see (like the Forth Bridge which also nearly made it today), but this view of Durham, its cathedral and castle, from the station rivals that of any other railway view in the world. But you have to know when to click the shutter. One of these days I will get out at Durham station and look around, as I don’t think I’ve been to the city since at least 2004.
Being 42 
I paste here the translation (from Spanish) of a part of my remembrances of my only trip in train from London to Edinburgh in 1971. At the end, the cathedral of Durham appears.
I wonder if I could use your photo to illustrate my memories. This is a mechanical translation, I just have revised it lightly.
I paste here the translation (from Spanish) of a part of my remembrances of my only trip in train from London to Edinburgh, which was in 1971. At the end, the cathedral of Durham appears.
I wonder if I could use your photo to illustrate my memories. This is a mechanical translation, I just have revised it lightly:
“I soon had to decide how to travel to Edinburgh: by bus or by train? It was faster by train, so I went on 30 September, in the morning, to King’s Cross station. I travelled in a window seat on the right-hand side, and had good views from time to time. I didn’t have much information about what I was going to find on the journey, except for the map of Britain. There was a brief stop in some intermediate town where I took the opportunity to have tea at the station. It may have been York, but I don’t remember any impressions of the place. Now, decades later, I am trying to explain my recollection of the sense of monotony that pervaded me throughout that journey. Perhaps I did not yet have the capacity to observe the variety of the English countryside? Or did I miss the dramatic changes in landscape, altitude and climate of a journey through the Colombian mountain ranges? Perhaps it was more of the latter: from the journey I remember a seemingly endless succession of forests, cultivated fields and meadows over rolling hills. There was an interruption: I saw the towers of Durham Cathedral in the distance, sticking up through the trees. Then I saw on a map that the Pennine Mountains, along the length of the island, are rather in the central western part, and this railway line ran eastwards, along the flattest part”
Translated with http://www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)