A while back we took a few days’ Spring break in Oxfordshire. We visited Oxford and explored a little of the surrounding Cotswolds. I don’t remember where we were driving to but on the way I saw a road sign indicating “Adlestrop”. The name seemed familiar so on the way back we stopped briefly at that tiny village. The poem which made Adlestrop “famous” is about a train stopping at a station. Well, the station is no longer there, most of the buildings long gone, and the station building itself is, apparently, a private house now.

Instead of a railway station one has to make do with a bus shelter.

no station exists but this bus stop commemorates the poem by Edward Thomas

It has the old station sign and a copy of Edward Thomas’ poem. Trains do still run on that line but no longer stop at Adlestrop.


Yes, I remember Adlestrop —
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.

The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.
No one left and no one came
On the bare platform. What I saw
Was Adlestrop — only the name

And willows, willow-herb, and grass,
And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,
No whit less still and lonely fair
Than the high cloudlets in the sky.

And for that minute a blackbird sang
Close by, and round him, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the birds
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.

Edward Thomas (1878 -1917)