"Misty Catcott Morning: Wally Waves, Brakevan Beds, and a Parched Allotment"

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It’s an atmospheric autumn morning at Catcott as the soft sunlight penetrates the gloom, but sadly wet weather is forecast, so it’s not likely to last. Still it will be good for the crossing keeper’s trackside allotment which has suffered due to an unusually dry summer. 

Waving Wally, though it might be Willy, Weggie or Waymond (it’s hard to tell, for they’re all identical) waves at the passing pick-up goods from Evercreech Junction. The train today is going as far as Highbridge Wharf, something that doesn’t happen too often these days due to very little commercial shipping not helped by the fact that harbour hasn’t been dredged in years. 

The train has two brakevans, the one here and course one on the rear of the train. This one next to the engine has a couple of ex army fold out beds in it and is regularly used by railway staff who’ve missed the last bus or train home after a rowdy boozy night in the local Wheeltappers Shunters. 

The only problem overnighting in the brakevan to sober up, you might find that you wake up a long way from home, especially if it’s been allocated to  long distance freight. Though you’d hope that the rostered guard would turf out any drunken snoozing interlopers. 

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None for the Road

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It’s always fun and frolics on a Friday at Brew Street, as Terry Tuttle-Thomas-Smythe returns from the pub to find his Triumph Roadser craned up on to some wooden ale casks as he mutters out loud “what an absolute shower!”

Terry really shouldn’t be driving after 8 large gin and tonics, even though in olden times such was thought to improve driving skills with vintage adverts for booze often having lines like ‘One for the road’ or ‘Try Mildred’s Tonic Wine, it will make you feel like you’re driving at 100 mph!’ or ‘Buy your husband Gilbey’s Special Driving Bitter, it will turn that long journey in to an absolute whirlwind!”  

But his fellow inch high colleagues, whilst they often appear to be up to all sorts of irresponsible shenanigans, do have some common sense, so for Terry and other’s safety, have made it difficult for him to drive away. 

And finally, with Terry’s well-being in mind, they’ll shortly send him back to the pub to sober up with a few halves of Watneys Red Barrel. 

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Luxury Canal Cruise - with Dining

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Here we are down at the canal, and Rufus Hound and Bob Geeza cat have won a luxury adventure canal cruise with dining for two, though the beaten up old dinghy might not be up to the expectation of ‘luxury’, but as we know, times are hard. 

The dining experience consists of luxury hampers from Fishgut & Kibble, the much sought after posh picnic supplier aimed at pampered pets. The boat trip adventure simply relies on wherever the current takes it, there being no obvious means of propulsion. 

Rufus gets to choose a suitable aperitif from a basket of liquid goodies which can consist of anything from fish bladder milkshakes to fermented cod eyeballs in herring blood - shaken, not stirred of course. 

Next will follow a couple of hampers full of all sorts of delights like potted shrimp bladders, fishtail pâté, Icelandic haddock gallbladder tartare, and maybe even minced shark intestine slow cooked in a blowfish stomach. This will all be washed down with a bottle or three of lightly sparkling vintage fish juices collected from the fish market at the end of trading during the summer heatwaves. Mmmm, delicious, you must agree. 

And finally, a little prayer is performed wishing Rufus and Bob a good trip and safe return, for the beaten up old dinghy has a habit of taking in water, especially when fully laden like here.

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Horses Can’t Open Beer Bottles

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Hubert the conversational Latin speaking horse, looks up at Brian, and in Latin says “Thank you for the crate of beer, but being a horse, I struggle to open and hold a bottle with my hefty hooves, any chance of a long straw after you’ve opened them all for me?” But sadly Brian doesn’t speak Latin. 

Meanwhile over to the right, Neil is trying to attract the attention of Bob Geeza Cat. Bob, being a cat is obviously playing hard to get and making things tricky for Neil. Neil is a bit of a twit with very poor balance. Bob knows this 🐾

Meanwhile, Waving Wally in the distance is waving at Waving Weggie who is driving the engine today. But Weggie is looking the wrong way, so doesn’t know that Wally is trying the remind Weggie that he’s forgotten the freshly loaded wagons destined for Lydney Junction and beyond. 

Just another day of chaos in inch high little England. 

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Hush Hush

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The autumnal setting sun illuminates one of Bath shed’s Stanier 8F 2-8-0 locos which has arrived at Fountain Colliery to collect a fresh load of coal.

Large engines like this probably wouldn’t be used on the private colliery lines, but in inch high little England we don’t worry about such things too much. For I’m sure that most of us model railway nuts bend the rules a little in this respect, so we can include that favourite locomotive. 

I do think that it looks very much at home here, so will put it down to management discretion, something that probably did happen from time to time, but never officially recorded. Hush hush.

Fountain Colliery Micro Layout

Fountain Colliery regularly features here. And here’s what it looks like if you stand back a bit to see its mammoth 4ft by 1ft footprint. It can be connected to Brew Street and/or fiddle/staging yard. 

It’s all fully working and has built it photography grade compact fluorescent lighting (CFL) which gives a good illumination and far nicer colour rendering and brightness than LED tape.

It earns its keep being frequently used as a background for Kernow Model Rail Centre product photography, as well of course the inch high cameos here.

Traction Engine Tuesday

Traction Engine Tuesday or maybe 12 Inch to the Foot Tuesday. 

Okay, they’re not all traction engines, but I liked the word play. 

Okay, they’re not all traction engines, but I liked the word play. 

Here are few snaps off my 74 year old 1951 vintage Zeiss Nettar 518/16 taken at Steam at Work at the Rural Life Living Museum, Tilford a few weeks ago on Saturday 6 September 2025. And finally over weekend I developed and digitised the film for your enjoyment here. 

Being a bit of a fogey at heart, I enjoy keeping old things working, the ancient camera being an eBay find a couple of years ago from some chap on some remote Scottish island thinning out his collection. 

I know very little about ‘traction engines’, (or all steam locomotives). But I enjoy the smells and the chuffetty chuff chuff, toot toot and hissing sounds they make, for they appear to be very much a living thing. Though I doubt they have self awareness or could do the Sunday Times crossword. But even if they could, they probably wouldn’t be able to master a pencil or Biro so would have to rely on their ‘staff’ to do that bit. 

There I was there in a sea of mobile phones all shooting vertical video (what the £ is all that about, you don’t put your TV on its side, of maybe you do?) and digicams. People dressed in vulgar stretchy synthetic ‘leisurewear’ were double taking at my choice of vintage camera “Oohh, is that Box Brownie?” Or “my great great great great great great grandfather had one of those”. 

There should be dress code at such events, with only natural fibres being allowed, ideally just tweed, hessian and horsehair. Vegans would be allowed to wear cotton, but not in polo shirt or tee shirt form, and never with logos. 

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Land Ahoy!!!!!

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Here we are at Polbrook Gurney Colliery, and somehow or other a small coastal steamer has managed to make its way up the Somerset Coal Canal, despite it being wider and deeper than most of the canal, but we don’t worry about such minor detail in inch high little England. 

Our favourite moonshiners have been saving their pennies and bought an old Clyde Puffer steam freighter which will allow them to produce moonshine on the go as well as being able to store and distribute it all around the little British Isles an beyond. 

The still next to the cabin is just for test fermentation, however under that lengthy cover below the dinghy there’s a whole industrial sized production plant which takes heat from the ship’s steam engine. 

Over on the right, Waving Wally and local shifty busy business and ladies’ man Terry Tuttle-Thomas-Smythe eagerly await the arrival with their Sentinel steam lorry for further inland distribution. 

And finally, the real stars of the show, Bob Geeza Cat and Rufus hound are discussing how the business can evolve even further, maybe even the American continent, but personally I’d never trust the cat 🐾

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27 September 1825 - Locomotion No.1.

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To celebrate 200 years since the first public passenger and goods train ran on the 27th of September 1825 on The Stockton & Darlington Railway, Waving Willy and Bob Geeza cat have taken ‘Locomotion’ out for a spin in the colliery sidings. 

The locomotive is quite high maintenance, so Gary the Greaser is ready with a brush and bucket full of gunk which he has to apply every 7 minutes to all moving parts including Willy’s arm which is a little stiff at times. 

200 years ago, Locomotion and its train managed to get up to a hair raising 12 miles per hour, but today, because they won’t be pulling anything, they hope to double that with the addition of a little moonshine in the mix. 

Let’s all wish them luck with their quest! 🚂🚂🚂

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Hippies, Wannabe Druids & Scarecrows

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A quiet September day on the levels, as the 10.36 Highbridge to Evercreech Junction briefly pauses at Catcott halt before continuing on its lonely way. 

With my experience of the Somerset Levels, few people are ever seen, apart from lost hippies and wannabe druids trying to find King Arthur. You might also spot the occasional scarecrow wandering the lanes between jobs frightening crows, for scarecrowing is a popular pastime in these parts, with the bonus being that very little outlay is required clothing wise. In fact, scruffier the better. 

I’ve often thought that toy train enthusiasts, you know, the ones that you only ever see at railway shows could make good scarecrows, the attire being more than appropriate. Their skills scaring small children also being most useful. 

Genuine question, why do they always where a heavy winter soiled anorak and several layers even during a heatwave? Maybe it’s so they can hide that locomotive purchase from mother? 

I’m going down a dangerous wormhole, so back on track (see what I did there?)…..

These days of the line only see short trains, with one carriage usually being more than adequate for the few passengers. In fact railway enthusiasts usually outnumber regular passengers as they seek to ride the rails of lines soon to be closed. The parcels van is always well loaded with cider, cheese, Airfix kits and moonshine however. 

Anyway, I’d best get on an earn a crust. May you have a lovely Friday wherever you are.

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Roger Sprocket

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A repeat of a post from back in 2022, but looking at stats, few will have seen it first time around…. So, like a Sunday afternoon James Bond repeat, here we go again…..

Sunday morning on Combwich shed, and Roger Sprocket has been out polishing number 5 with his snotty and now greasy rag overnight. Roger is a very particular man and can think of nothing better than polishing things with his rag. 

That’s his Morris Minor, and as we can see it is in beautiful condition, Roger most treasuring the wipe-clean leather seats and curved green dashboard. The central large speedometer dial receiving the most attention because he can wipe his rag round and round in a circular motion for hours on end whilst making all sorts of steam engine noises to himself. Huff, puff, chuffetty chuff he goes…

Roger’s day job is working for the Ministry of Defence Film Unit, where he counts the sprocket holes along either side of 35mm motion picture film. He also checks the size and shape of the holes to be sure that they match the cameras used. He also checks the number of sprocket holes on the high speed 16mm film used for covert surveillance work, with the 400 foot rolls bringing him the most joy and pleasure. 

All this of course has to done in total darkness to avoid fogging the film, but Roger is an expert feeling things in the dark, he being brought up a locked cellar between the age of 4 and 21. Despite this, he still loves ‘mother’, she now living in the cellar instead of him. 

When he's not polishing engines or counting sprocket holes, he regularly meets up with Nasal Nigel to hang about at bus stations taking numbers. And as if this isn’t enough joy, next weekend Nigel will be taking Roger along to the local outfitters to help him choose a new mackintosh, you know, the one with the special pocket. 

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View from the Fiddle Yard Tuesday

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Here we are at Catcott a few months after closure of the line and the contractors have arrived to dismantle the railway. 

Out of sight behind the engine are a couple of open wagons that will be used to cart away anything of value. Basically things made of metal. 

Freddy the Flag has just closed the gates, for what will be one of the last few times before they’re broken up and probably burned in the old goods yard along with the ground frame and anything else that is flammable. 

He then looks up at the cottage, hoping that it won’t be demolished, for it has really has lovely views of the big skies, flat watery meadows and moors. 

The railway van in the distance should have gone with the departure of the final goods train, but the local moonshiners are using it for storage, but it will need to be moved before the rails are taken up. But a suitable deal will no doubt be had with the contractors. 

And finally, as you’ll have worked out from the title, this is the view I get poking the camera through from the fiddle yard on full zoom, a little Canon G7x Mk2.

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Mabon aka Autumn Equinox

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The Autumn Equinox greets High Vis Harry and Harry the Hammer at the start of their shift shunting the sidings at Fountain Colliery. Today being the day when the night is as long as the day, and the day is as long as the night, and occasionally in between the two. 

There’s definitely a feeling of autumn in the air as the early morning light takes hold, starting with what promises to be a spectacular sunrise. But here deep in The Forest, sunlight will take its time to climb though and over the trees. Red sky in the morning frequently isn’t a good sign weather wise for the rest of the day, but the weather forecast on The Home Service suggests otherwise - fingers crossed. 

Over at the Miners Arms, the kitchen light is on, indicating that Buxom Babs the landlady has the porridge underway in a huge copper pot. All sorts accompany the grains, stale beer, cider slops, pine needles, yesterday’s bread crusts, spiders (of which there are plenty here deep in the forest) and finally fat and bones left over from last night’s wild boar broth.

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Booze Running on the Glastonbury Canal

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 A mildly chaotic scene at Catcott, as a Glastonbury bound narrowboat helmed by Double Denim Dancing Dando grinds to a halt having somehow managed to get onto what remains of the Glastonbury Canal & Navigation near Highbridge. 

The canal closed in 1854 with the opening of the railway which was built along much of the old towpath. The canal having never made any money also suffered problems due to the surrounding peat lands and other drainage issues. A quick Google will reveal far more for students of such things. 

The narrowboat has a cargo of illicit Bristol Channel aged rum, it being used for covert transportation through the Somerset Levels. But the booze runners really should have researched the route prior, especially due to the canal closing a good century before and the many low bridges now crossing the route. However we must acknowledge their ingenuity getting the boat onto the canal in the first place. Possibly a 12 inch to the foot scale person was involved. 

As the 10.03am Evercreech Junction to Highbridge slows for Catcott, many of our inch high regulars can be seen amused by the sight of the stranded narrowboat and its dodgy cargo with Waving Willy shouting out, “it’s just like that film Whisky Galore!”

Rival moonshiners are on the bridge with their mobile steam powered still. They of course are most happy that this booze cruise onto their patch has been apprehended by nature, dereliction and stupidity. And as for Double Denim Dancing Dando working for a rival group of moonshiners, the chances are quite high that he’ll be dancing in the boggy canal after the boat is relinquished of its boozy cargo. 

And finally, you’ll, be pleased to see that Bob Geeza Cat is back taking control of things. Such a clever cat 🐾

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Who Owns Rufus Hound?

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Farmer George and ‘oh dear boy’ Ivan Locksmith are having a heated discussion as to who actually owns Rufus Hound. Being a cheeky hound, it would appear he has adopted both George and Ivan as his owners. Though quite how Rufus gets away with things I’ve no idea, seeing he’s only with either for 40% of the time, the 20% being in transit between the two. But George is busy in the fields much of the time, and Ivan is usually stoned from smoking exotic ‘stuff’ grown in his huge tropical greenhouse which rivals that of the one at Kew Gardens. 

Meanwhile Bath shed’s 8F no. 48560 has just appeared to pick up an empty truck from the canal wharf siding. And for some reason a crew of three has been rostered - Pete, Dud and Derek. They’re tossing coins to see who gets the honour of sneaking off to the pub for a few hours, seeing they might as well make the most of the rostering error. 

And finally, Shamus and Harry the Hammer are negotiating a moonshine deal, but are distracted by the increasingly heated discussion of hound ownership between George and Ivan. 

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Dixie Minx & Mutton Geoff

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Ivan Locksmith with his trusty Rufus Hound are on the platform at Culmstock waiting for their train to Hemyock. Ivan has some business there involving freshly churned butter and clotted cream with Dixie Minx who runs a country & western clothing shop in Hemyock. I’m not sure if it’s business in the conventional manner, but needs must, for times are hard in post war Little England. 

The train is arriving with just a single empty milk tank destined for the creamery in Hemyock, but the usual single passenger coach normally on the train has been replaced with a brakevan for some reason. But it’s only a few miles, so I’m sure Ivan and his trusty hound will cope. Anyway Ivan has his mind on churned butter and cream. 

Meanwhile Mutton Geoff, slightly hard of hearing former butcher watches the arrival of the shorter than usual 10am Tiverton Junction to Hemyock slow to a halt. 

Nobody really knows what Geoff’s job is on the railway, but he can always be found somewhere around the small station pottering about doing very little at any time of day or night gazing down at his small notebook he always has in his clutches. Like Geoff, the contents of the notebook are also a mystery. 

And finally, Bob Geeza Cat is still away.

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Brit Bottle Tops

 

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Fun things to do with those Union Flag bottle tops to replicate modern day Little England…

You can use one to make a temporary mini roundabout without having to deface your layout. The one here having sprung up around midnight shortly after the pub closed. 

Turning the inch high folk around to face walls to represent them relieving themselves is another popular pastime, the pub having closed for the day for some reason. Other hobbies are available of course. 

Next we have the plague-masked bog roll steelers dancing around a multipack of ‘Luxury Scented Linen’ pinched from the local 7-11. The police are suggesting various dance moves they could perform to take their act to the next level. 

Okay, the police car is a bit vintage, but I don’t have anything more modern. 

And finally, Bob Geeza Cat is away, such a clever cat 🐾

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Off to Play the Slots in Burnham

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Here we are at Catcott, as the 10.07am Evercreech Junction to Combwich via Highbridge arrives. Although it’s only mid September, there’s quite a chilly brisk northerly breeze, the clag from the slowing engine being an indication of its strength as it blows down off Mendip. 

Awkward Teresa, Wee Nicola & Dizzy Lizzie are off for a day out playing the slots at Burnham on Sea, something they regularly do at weekends, usually followed by a few gins at the Royal Clarence Hotel. Though Wee Nicola will have a large glass or three of Buckfast wine, a popular tipple with those from north of the border. Allegedly. 

They’ll have to get a bus from Highbridge to Burnham, because whilst the railway still runs there, trains no longer use the line which will shortly be dismantled, for sadly the line finally closed on the 8th of September at the end of the summer timetable. Though even before that date, the regular passenger service ended in 1951 and was thereafter only used occasionally for holiday specials and goods. 

Since the Western Region took over control of much the former ‘Somerset & Dorset’, many of the old LMS and Midland engines have been replaced with those from the former Great Western. With today’s service being hauled by a Collett 0-6-0, number 3206 of Templecombe Shed. 

In tow is a relatively modern modern Hawksworth brake composite coach, and a bogie parcels van. The trio have splashed out on first class tickets I hasten to add, for these Hawksworth coaches are far more comfortable than the former LMS suburban coaches they’re replacing. 

And finally, Bob Geeza Cat is back from his short break in Bristol after accidentally falling asleep on the footplate for the Bristol goods a few days ago. 

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It’s all Bananas

The new even greener container train has only taken 14 days from Southampton Docks, travelling at less than walking pace with plenty of breaks and several horse changes. This was not helped by the rather convoluted route required to avoid bridges, the consist being rather out of gauge. 

Poor old Hubert, the much loved former conversational Latin speaking horse has found little use for his language skills since Britain formally became Little Britain, so has gone back to pulling things around, so sad for an old boy who is so clever and on the verge of retirement. 

But at least The Ministry of Mayhem’s green agenda has been given another tick, but sadly at the expense of the perishable fruit within the containers which is now well past its ‘best by’ date - it’s all bananas.

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Mirror on a Stick

A quiet Sunday over at Brew Street down by the canal. 

Very little is going on, not even the omnipresent cat is to be seen, something that is most unusual. But Bob Geeza Cat was spotted snoozing on the warm footplate of the Bristol goods yesterday, so it’s likely he’s ended up there for a few days. But I’m sure he’ll be back in due course. 

Meanwhile Cyril ‘Flange’ Cupcake-Smith is checking out the wheel flanges on his locomotive. He’s a bit obsessed with such, being the leading light in the fine scale section of The Bridgwater & District Model Railway & Pigeon Fanciers Society which has been flying strong since 1883. 

Cyril always carries a small ruler, measuring callipers and a mirror on a stick with him so he can check tolerances and clearances of almost everything he comes across, especially the underside of things. 

But only last week he was thrown off the bus after wanting to check the size of the bus ticket before buying one. It was during the rush hour, so one can understand the actions of the clippy, especially when Cyril got out his mirror on a stick to look up the conductor’s left trouser leg ‘to check clearances’. 

Cyril is married, something that might come as a surprise to many here. But it would appear that Mavis quite likes being poked with his measuring callipers on Sunday mornings before church. Ooohh, saucy…..

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The National Moonshine Grid

Back on the 23rd of August, I wrote about the new directive from The Ministry of Mayhem to install fresh running moonshine to every property in Little England. 

Pubs have been prioritised, because most will close within the next 5 to 10 years, and it’s hoped it will give them a little extra life along with their ageing customer base who also have a similar life expectancy. 

Such a huge project will take decades, and will likely be scrapped by forthcoming governments due to future cultural changes and running over budget (Gen Z preferring vapes, TikTok and drugs to pubs and booze supposedly). 

Here we are outside The Pedant & Armchair, the sort of pub popular with a certain demographic, and the first of the expert team of installers have arrived to start the all important work. 

Shortly the road will be dug up to allow the installation of pipe work, all so important for the safe transfer of boozy tincture straight to the bar, or wherever else inside the property for that matter. 

There will be health benefits too, because being at 180% proof, it will also be antiviral, something useful in a pub with regulars that never wash their hands after fiddling with their Flying Scotsman. 

And finally, the little crate next to Bob Geeza Cat has some moonshine samples, so the landlord knows what to expect once connected up to the National Moonshine Grid. 

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‘With a Dash of Washing Up Liquid’

Deep in The Forest it’s a bit of a wet one this morning with the arrival of a ballast train for a little track maintenance. 

This is something that very seldom happens, for the grass and weeds have been doing a fantastic job holding everything in place for years. 

All helped along with diluted woodworking glue so loved by railway modellers worldwide. With ‘a dash of washing up liquid’ as mentioned in the railway modelling press since 1883.

Fresh Running Moonshine for Every Home

Fresh in from the land of the inch high. 

Might be worth avoiding the area due to road closures, for they’re digging up the road today to pop a new pipeline in, not for water, sewerage, gas or electricity, but for moonshine. 

The new initiative, under the watchful eye of Barry Bullhead from The Ministry of Mayhem has come in to connect all properties to fresh running moonshine by the end of the decade. 

The target, as with most government plans will almost certainly not be met, they never are of course, so priority is being given to licensed properties, starting with The Miners Arms. 

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Stunt Double for Fred Dibnah

 

Here we are again deep in The Forest and another rogue engine has appeared, this one being from Ipswich, an unremarkable town in the far east of Little England. 

Waving Willy notices that Bob Geeza has taken up residence on the engine, Bob of course loving a bit of heat, even on a hot summer day, though it looks like it might storm soon. But as regular followers of this nonsense will know, Bob’s appearance is usually an indication of something more nefarious. 

Meanwhile Fred, who is a part time stunt double for the world renown steeplejack Fred Dibnah, is waiting the fill up the engine. But not with water, the tender has a secret partition allowing it to carry several gallons of moonshine, the real reason for its appearance so far from home. 

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