Thehumangenehome

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  Sit on 3-n Pennine station and look cross-track to see its 2-n name .... Penistone! When G&J did this on 1962's 7th July, a train stopped at the opposite platform and cleverly obscured 4 of the 9 letters of the name, leaving a perfectly sensible 5-letter, OED word. You can work it out for yourself, but if you can't, the answer* will appear at the foot herewith; in fact the appearance herewith, foot, at the, for the use of, is independent of your ability and/or lack of, to work it out, despite which there will be no prize. An even cleverer train might have stopped to reveal any number** of words of 1 to 9 letters, inclusive and regardless of order, implying permutation/combination recognition, i.e. anagrams, provided that the number, 1 to 9 inclusive, is integral. Instead of attempting to imagine a 4½ letter word, you'd be better off asking, "What the F's all this about?" Quite right too, 'cos Gene's forgotten! Oh yes! G&J were waiting for the train home after a titchily brief visit to said Penistone from Hull, as in home. They'd gone there 'cos it was the furthest they could get on their week-length rail tickets, holiday for the use of, where furthest = farthest = nearest, as in closest, to the Pennines. G had never seen a Pennine, but he'd heard a Pennine and knew it was a mountain, 'cos a Pennine on a map, as in OS ¼-incher, was darkly brown, as in muchly brownlier than anything near where G lived in brownless Hull. Incredulositity, therefore, wasn't in it, when they alighted from the train at Penistone, presumably a different train from the one for which they were later waiting when the clever, even more different, letter-hider train performed, 'cos they began a walk along a planned lane, as in road, directly towards as brown a bit as seemed possible on the brown-ness scale. Said brown bit was called Bleaklow on G's old ¼-incher, (which is a map, not a hidden word), and, as G confidently assured J, a hugely massive upright thingness will soon appear before us! J thought it did, but from G's point of view it didn't and G, instead of realising he'd learnt something about the nature of brown bits, was mightily miffed, to the point of imagining the cleverness of trains, the cleveritudability of which is actually independent of G's imagination, except for trains that exist wholly, or partially, within said imagination of said G. It would be many a yonk before G would realise that said Bleaklow was resolvable into parts, (as in Head, Stones, not to mention S's, as in Higher Shelf), and many a yonk more to the declaration, on webthing of G, that Bleaklow Stones, (Page 4), is England's most easterly 2000 footer, as in brown bit.
  * Answer = Stone. ** Any number = Tosh, as in 's what folk like to say. In fact number = integrally 1 to 9 inc. restrictive, excluding multiuse.