The last two negatives on this particular strip from the 1980s feature Halifax Railway Station.
I have always been fascinated by stone steps. The area around my home town of Halifax has an abundance of hills and stone, and therefore stone steps are as common as hop houses in Kent. This fine example is, I think, the steps leading down from the station approach road to the dark and dank passageway under the lines leading, eventually, to Navigation Road.
When the train left the station, it would momentarily emerge into the light, take a deep breath, and then plunge into the tunnel under Beacon Hill. Only brave engines could manage the line north out of Halifax.