They were closing the old steam railway down. It was too expensive to run things and the volunteers hadn’t been able to save it.
People crowded on the small platform, waiting either to see the train or take a ride for the last time.
It was a shame, a true end of an era moment.
Steam billowed out around the old engine train and the whistle blew. It was time to leave the station for the last time.
(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/07/24/26-july-2019/ with thanks).