Serene Sunday. Catcott Crossing sometime in the mid-1950s. Driver Gary and Fireman Baldy bring their train over the crossing. They’ll briefly stop to drop a little coal off for Cindy Swift the crossing keeper in exchange for some rough cider. Parked on the bridge is Beryl’s old heap, she is nowhere to be seen, though yesterday she was spotted with Comical Ned (with the funny shaped head) down on Bridgwater Docks - so it’s quite possible they’re having a romp in the nearby tall grass. Ah, those rose-tinted goggles of olden times. Click to enlarge if you want to see if you can find Beryl.
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