On one visit last summer to see my father in intensive care, I noticed he had managed to scrawl a couple of words on a piece of paper. Looking closer it seemed to say “home Finningham”, but that confused me as I knew he grew up in Bacton, an adjacent village. However, I spoke with my aunt and it turned out they use to catch the train from Finningham station to school, and that Finningham station is in fact in Bacton. In his delirium, it was obviously his way of saying he wanted to go home. My father sadly passed away, but I recently decided to re-trace his walk from the station to home, and make that journey for him. The station itself is no longer in use, apparently closed as part of the 1966 Beeching closures.