Arthritic Arthur

It’s a lovely Sunday morning at Catcott Halt, and Arthritic Arthur who lives not too far away in Burtle, likes nothing better than to look at the forever changing waters of the former Glastonbury Canal. It’s rumoured that a prehistoric creature swims the waters from time to time, and tends to appear more frequently around Wassail time when slightly more cider than normal is imbibed. 

Arthur has seen it a few times over the passing years, of which he has many under his belt. Apparently you only over see the creature from the corner of the eye, and if you look at it directly it hisses before quickly vanishing back in to the watery soup. 

Arthur’s pose is that of a man for all his life has lived in a small remote cottage on The Levels with a maximum ceiling hight of just 4 foot 9 inches. Arthur is in fact 5 foot 8 inches tall, but over his meagre 86 years, his body has adapted to allow him to move about his bijou dwelling at great speed without banging his head, but he does still have to take care with doorways.

Behind Arthur, today the Templecombe to Highbridge service is in the hands of a British Railways Standard Class 3 tank engine, and I’m sure you’ll agree  looks most resplendent with its train after passing though a heavy summer downpour shortly after leaving Glastonbury. 

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