It’s Saturday morning in Catcott Burtle goods yard, and a scruffy empty hopper wagon has just been dumped in the siding due to a hot box on the 8.09 pick up goods from Evercreech Junction. Such wagons are unusual in this part of the world, for they’re not really suited for wagonload coal deliveries in small yards like the one here at Catcott.
Hopefully it will only be here temporarily whilst they await the arrival of Harry the Hammer, who I’m sure will be able to sort out the offending wagon with his trusty tool.
Standing next to his red Triumph Roadster, we’ve not seen shifty local business man Terry Tuttle Thomas Smythe for a while. However there he is with his signature ‘look no hands’ pose, a skill he learned during his time in the Far East when he regularly physically handled hot chillies for a spice export business he was running, for holding one’s private part when going to the loo could be quite painful if not careful.
‘TTTS’, as he’s usually known, a nickname he picked up his posh public boarding school, has heard about Bob Geeza Cat’s nefarious activities, and is looking at possibly going into business with Bob as a distributor. TTTS’ time spent at public school means that he has many super wealthy friends in high places, some no doubt with suspicious connections who’d love some mind altering tincture.
To the right, that’s national treasure Uncle Bob who has just been given a few samples from the latest moonshine batch in the hope that his celebrity status within hobby circles could elevate the product. However, Uncle Bob has more of a liking for a nice chilled Gewürztraminer or Riesling. However the illicit spirit will be ideal for cleaning the track on a model railway he’s building for a minority interest television series he’s working on.
And finally, over in the distance, could that be Red Rachel from The Ministry of U-turns disguised in striking new blue attire?
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