To Trowbridge by train today.

In quick succession you go past the White Horse at Westbury, as in Ravilious' painting, and Dilton Marsh, of John Betjeman’s poem

There isn’t a porter. The platform is made of sleepers.

The guard of the last train puts out the light

And high over lorries and cattle the Halt unwinking

Waits through the Wiltshire night.

Ravilious' painting of Westbury white horse, looking out of an old train carriage window. The painter is looking out of the window, not the horse