TRAINS NOW passing through Whifflet from Monday will stop there.
Putting down and picking up will be an extra service of ScotRail, bless
its socks. Like the man with the red flag who preceded the Rocket, it
seemed an idea to get there ahead of the rush.
Alighting (that lovely railway word) at Whifflet could be a new treat
for the new year, if less than a mainline one. Even for the most
intrepid voyagers it could be also a daunting expedition. Not everybody
in the wider world knows where or what is Whifflet.
Whatever or wherever, it sounds a suitable place to receive trains.
Whifflet looks right for a station name. It will fit destination boards
as well as would Wormit, another wanderer off railway maps.
As at Whifflet, trains do not stand for Wormit. They rush on by with
their noses in the air. They are only for waving to.
Whifflet is not otherwise like Wormit, or anywhere much else in the
whole universe. It is one of the old industrial villages -- along with
Whifflet went Gartsherrie, Sunnyside, Langloan -- that lumped together
to make the metropolitan area of Coatbridge.
Whifflet people turn shy when asked to explain their place's name. Not
much expecting to be believed, they say it started as wheat flat,
indicating idyllic roots of level fields of golden grain. A plainer
guess is possible. In the way that a droplet is a small blob, Whifflet,
though tiny, suggested smelly.
Its hard-working history is part of the raw Southside story of
Coatbridge, once the Iron Burgh. Whifflet dug the coal for the 'Brig's
foundry fires. For a main social amenity Whifflet had wished on it the
area's poorhouse. It got the fever hospital. Into Whifflet were put the
services other people wanted put out of mind.
Even Government inspectors in l9l4 were taken aback by how people were
expected to live. In rows of hovels, owned by the bosses, ''the sanitary
conveniences were in a state of revolting filth,'' they reported.
Whifflet declined to let itself go. It had a public park with a
bandstand. A library opened. Playing bowls became an expert obsession.
As in the rest of Coatbridge, an aspiring skyline was made stately by
chapels and kirks built like young cathedrals. And whatever else
Whifflet went without, it never ran short of trains.
North Lanarkshire had railway lines as it now has double yellows.
Welcoming its new station, Whifflet will not wilt with the heady
novelty of it all. It has been there before. Once it had three stations.
Monday's opening is a giant stride forward to about 30 years back.
Above bare platforms has been erected an orange footbridge complex
enough for the film set of a Busby Berkeley dance number. Although the
townscape is much enlivened, wanderers to Whifflet may be looking for
more.
They should know that the station's hinterland nurtured the boyhood
dreams of Albion Rovers, the big football team of central Coatbridge.
Since nothing much in Whifflet is what it used to be, their former
Meadow Park has been turned into an electricity sub-station.
To football, as to everything else, there was a railway connection.
Robin Marwick, a director of the club and its historian, has uncovered
that even the nursery field of the Rovers was railway property. While
one goalmouth's landlord was the old Caledonian, the other end of the
park lay in the fiefdom of the North British.
''If the wind blew the wrong way when a steam train ran by during a
game, they had to stop the football because of the smoke,'' Robin
Marwick insisted. When teams travelled by train, football was more fun.
Confronted by a triple choice of stations, Whifflet's heroes sometimes
left from the wrong one. Or when they took the train they meant to take,
the boot hamper went on another. According to Robin Marwick, at one away
game in distant Rutherglen they played one man short when the goalie
left early because he had a train to catch. (The Rovers won just the
same.)
When they returned from any big (if occasional) triumph, the start of
the celebrations was invariably the same. Always the Coatbridge Brass
Band played the gladiators home from the station door. Old Whifflet
would have been a lost place without its trains.
Its brightest hidden gem, however, may be the former picture house.
With the district's enthusiasm for recycling, it now fronts a
confectionery factory. Whifflet Picture House was notable for how it had
a ramp, not stairs, to the balcony where it provided double seats for
winching couples. For forgotten reasons patrons called their
pleasuredome the Garden. Robin Marwick did not think much of the guess
that the nickname had to do with those top-shelf Adam and Eve chairs.
To romantic voyagers who collect railway stations a cinema that became
a sweetie works and was called the Garden for reasons that local people
won't tell should be enough of a travel attraction for going on with.
Who knows what further wonders of Whifflet Monday's new gateway will
open on to.
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