Saturday morning at World’s End and Driver Ned potters around the sidings with ‘Hercules’ and a couple of tipper wagons. Rumour has it the rather large locomotive name plate has been ‘borrowed’ from a mainline diesel hydraulic locomotive, but seeing that nobody knows where World’s End is, it’s unlikely anyone will come looking for it.
Derek and Clive standing next to the old railway carriage which has been repurposed as a bar are waiting for it to open, for they have a delivery of turnip based moonshine to celebrate the grand opening of this much needed watering hole.
The bar has no sign to indicate that it’s a bar, because of course, this being the land of the inch high it is almost certainly illegal, and we don’t want those men from The Ministry knowing about it. Though even if they did, they wouldn’t be able to find it, for this remote location can’t be found on any maps.
Meanwhile, Bob Geeza Cat is supervising experiments with ‘oak cask canal aged hooch’, though it would appear that the outboard motor has failed again, leaving the bounty and them stranded on the cut.
And finally, that looks like brat-granny Beryl’s Austin Seven, and rumoured has it she’s providing saucy adult entertainment in the bar later on tonight.
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