The mixed weather in Little Little Britain continues, as the autumn firmly makes its mark. The last portion of the goods train which origina...

Thursday morning at Combwich, and much like the weather today in Little Little Britain, it’s a mixed bag of sunshine and showers as the 11.3...

Wednesday morning down on the docks, Deliberation Dave and Ron the Wrench are checking out the new prototype point switchblade latching mech...

On Tuesday a shortage of locos for the Combwich service meant that Bath shed had to dispatch one of its ‘Black Five’ Stanier 4-6-0 engines f...

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...

Saturday morning, and the first wagon of grain has arrived for Barry Bullhead’s now global moonshine production plant. With Somerset recentl...

It’s the Autumn Equinox, and the beginning of the day when the night is as long as the day and the day is as long as the night. Former balle...

It’s a bright September morning at Hemyock, and Bruce and Barry look at ‘old sad eyes’ which has recently taken over from steam. This loco, ...

Tuesday morning at Windmill Sidings, and tree surgeon ‘oh my gawd’ Oliver is horrified that the tree has been allowed to grow up around the ...

Monochrome Monday   

Arthritic Arthur likes to perform all sorts of stunts, he’s quite a trooper. This morning he’s going to climb up the water tower to release ...

Comical Ned (with the funny shaped head) is trying to entice Farmer George and Hubert (the conversational Latin speaking horse) over for a l...

Driver Gary Baldy & fireman Brian Bourbon, a couple of jammy dodgers, are in charge of the banking engine today. The 1 in 29 here is one...

  A lovely September Wednesday back in the olden days. Templecombe shed’s No.4691 takes its single coach away from Combwich on its way to Br...

Monochrome Monday (almost). After her shift, Ursula the old brakevan likes nothing better that to take in the setting sun and reflect on her...

Many of our usual suspects are out and about this morning as Bath shed’s ’Flying Pig’ No.43017 rumbles through with an Evercreech bound good...

Saturday morning at the terminus, and Dud is pointing his new Rolleicord camera at his engine. It has a viewfinder that you look down into, ...

Thursday morning down at the canal basin looks a little busier than normal. Philbert The Fixer is asking boatman Colin The Coal why he has s...

Young George, most days drives his tractor over to the edge of the brook so his can watch the arrival of the lunchtime service from Tiverton...

Somewhere in the middle of nowhere in the centre of nothing (not Central Bedfordshire should anyone ask, that would be tragic), young Lizzie...

Monochrome Monday. The newly formed ‘Peat Levels Narrow Gauge Light Railway Preservation Society Club of Somerset, the Southwest & Great...

Sunday morning at the colliery and old sad eyes arrives with empties from Portishead Power Station. Nasal Nigel, who we’ve not seen for a wh...

After many years, and by a narrow margin, Somerset has finally become an independent country. Here, the newly enforced border runs along the...

  Front End Friday…. Somewhere in the grim north, 43017 chuffs up the grade with an Amazon delivery of pickled whelks, potted shrimp, pickle...