by Peter Stevenson
‘A common sheet of paper is enough for love, but a foolscap extra can alone contain a railroad and my ecstasies’, wrote Fanny Kemble after travelling on the world’s first passenger train from Manchester to Liverpool in 1830. As she sat in the carriage with the wind brushing through her hair, all conceptions of space and time shattered as she found herself flying like a bird in a fairytale. ‘I stood up, and with my bonnet off, drank the air before me.’
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