Sunday morning at the mill, and Deliberation Dave is building up courage to tell Terry Tuttle-Thomas-Smythe that his flies are undone, or ‘f...

Once a year usually around this time, the old engine from the museum is fired up and taken on a spin of the dockland lines. The weather does...

Templecombe shed’s 3206, a former GWR engine, rumbles over Ankle Bend crossing on the outskirts of Combwich with the daily goods from Evercr...

Note the fine dull ballast on the track in the foreground and yard to the right. This is very much a feature of railways from the steam era...

Monochrome Monday -  It’s unusual to find photographs of the front of Combwich station, but very occasionally they pop up. Historians of the...

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 a...

In little Britain at weekends, all trains are replaced with buses, it’s been the law since 1883. Here we are at Ankle Bend Crossing just out...

 #FEF aka Front End Friday…. Yesterday evening after finishing my commercial photography work I completely reworked this 13 year old RAW fil...

Over the last few days I’ve been revisiting some images from the dawn of the digital era. Here’s an image from around 20 years ago taken on ...

It’s early October 1963 and the evenings are definitely drawing in as the 7pm service to Templecombe via Highbridge has been given the clear...

Sometime in the mid noughties, Class 60, no 60026 is caught ready to depart Cement Quay with freshly quarried cat litter for the not very we...

Saturday morning down in the docklands. Terry Tuttle-Tuttle-Thomas has just arrived on the mobile moonshine production train to deliver a ba...

It’s a spectacular sunrise, and Rufus Hound has just arrived back from his carnivorous tour of that there Europe on the overnight ferry. For...

It’s a lovely July morning at Ankle Bend level crossing just outside Combwich as the morning goods arrives from Highbridge. Little Eddie, pa...

When Eddie finishes work on Tuesdays, he grooms his duck’s arse, slips on suede brothel creepers, his slick draper jacket and swaggers in to...

Misty Monday. It would appear that the ‘Coal Tank’ has yet to return to Shrewsbury shed after almost a month. The fog coming off the Bristol...

Rufus Hound, the most friendly dog in the land of the inch high, has been wanting to go to that there mainland Europe for ages after hearing...

Saturday morning down at the docks…. Working from left to right and up and down a bit, over the platform we can see Dizzie Lizzie who we’ve ...

Polbrook Gurney Colliery, September 1983. Compared to the olden times when the inch high people were up to no good, here we see the colliery...

Until 1958, a light railway from just south of Combwich ran up to the Quantock Hills town of Stogursey serving various mineral deposits and ...

Tuesday morning in the small yard at Catcott. Today Pete and Dave are in charge of the daily pick up goods from Evercreech to Highbridge Wha...

From the rear of The Pedant & Armchair pub, Ivan puffs away on his pipe. As usual he’s smoking something from his huge greenhouse. Being...

At first it looks just like any other normal day, but in the land of the inch high, we know that there is no such thing.  Looking up to the ...

Yesterday evening we had a rather delicious beef stew, but we had it a little too late, and despite having an early night I woke up at 3am c...