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Walking and Pop-up Open-air Museums

Purton and the River Severn Walking around Purton on the River Severn is almost literally rather than figuratively a pop-up experience. The biggest riverine boat-grave in Britain: old boats and barges rammed into the river bank to try and keep it stable. And there are the boats: rusting, mouldering, skeletal and cadaverous, beached in a liminal half-solid, half squelching aqueous mud-scape. There they lie, some staring out mutely at the rushing river. Others are slip-sliding away to oblivion. After our trip in the Bongo, we drove back along the A38 to find a spot for the night. Where better than Arlingham? We camped at Weston Farm, right next to field after field of orchards, and field after field of medieval ridge and furrow: an open-air pop-up of corrugated pasture, and sea-waves of...

The Names of Engines

What’s in a Name?   Roger Lloyd in his 1951 book The Fascination of Railways wrote thus about engine names: ‘On the Great Western we have an endless series of castles, halls, courts and granges. The Southern specialises in admirals and shipping companies … also...

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Box Tunnel

Thinking outside the Box Tunnel   In the Beginning was the Word, But there was also a tunnel at Box, Near where a young child christened Wilbert Lay awake in his bedroom, dreaming Of steam-powered words puffed along the gradient By straining freight trains and...

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Dudbridge to Dublin?

Dudbridge to Dublin?   In those far-off early days before the opening of the Severn Tunnel, when the main line to South Wales ran through Gloucester, and when the 1801 Act of Union incorporating Ireland into the United Kingdom was less than fifty years old, and...

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Old King Coal

Old King Coal My generation of boys saw steam as a hobby: We grew up with Ian Allan loco-spotting books, Gazing in wonder at the wreathes of smoke Curling through countryside and town, Enjoying November fogs: ‘No sun, no moon, No hint of noon …’ And we took a certain...

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Chalford and the East India Company

The Golden Valley I first visited Stroud on the train in the early 1960s, pulled by a 1400 class locomotive, 1463, I think. I would study my Ian Allan trainspotter’s book or read my history books until we reached Chalford, when I would stare, mesmerized by the beauty...

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