The painting is set during the 1970s which I largely re-created from photographs and imagination. Luckily, I also had a few sketches that I did.

In the print to depict the anniversary of the railway station for its 150th year, I created a painting that was illustrating how the station looked in its 100th year.

The car in the background is my father's old car in which he would drive me to the station when I was heading down to London to attend film college.

The station has always evoked a strong sense of escape and adventure. Quite often I would think back to old photographs, showing young soldiers heading out from Wick Station by the hundreds to fight in the First World War. What a sense of adventure and excitement there must've been for these guys who had never travelled any great distance in their lives, suddenly heading into a foreign country to experience God knows what.

The number of times I left from that railway station in the 70s and 80s on the old diesel-hauled train, and the number of hands waving goodbye as you sailed along the platform, I tried to evoke with the strange glove made up with small hands.

There's always a slight melancholy at the departure. Melancholy and excitement, leaving the familiar and heading to explore the new.

I've painted the Wick railway station several times over the decades - one of the largest of those paintings, which is about 8' high and 4' wide, was to depict a Mr McLeod who worked there during the 1980s.