My Journey to Southwold this time was slightly delayed by some domestic challenges so I missed the introductory hot drink. Folk had settled down to various tasks – John sorting the switch panel, and Ken working on the diesel engine
While your faithful blogster was off gallivanting in Scotland (of which more later), the RSG team, no doubt pleased not to have him breathing over their efforts all the time, succeeded in removing the Motor Rail main fuel tank (for
Several aspects of the Heritage Train Project are coming together. The Special Objectives for Local Disabled workshop in Lowestoft have made some very good suggestions about detailed design of the body of Van 40, and we agree – they are experts
On April 30th the Southwold Railway Trust will be “celebrating” its two year wait for a decision by Suffolk Coastal District Council on the planning application for the Wenhaston Project – which we were originally promised would take only eight
This spring and summer, the SR Trust is again offering its specialist guided railway tours through the scenic Blyth Valley. After three years of successful tours on Tilly’s “Olive”, we are going up-market this year to a classic 1966 Bristol
For the first time (well, since 1929, anyway), the Southwold Railway has been running a week of Mutual Improvement Classes – an old and honoured railway tradition. In the sure expectation that we will rebuild the railway (if only because
A large volunteer team at Wenhaston (I mean that the team was large, not the volunteers, who are admirably svelte, because of all the healthful exercise) – perhaps drawn there by the fine weather – completed painting Van 13 (except
It was so fine on Wednesday 25th February that Bob, Toby and John B decided to carry on painting the grounded van body at Wenhaston station – having had a glimpse of the maroon finishing coat from a passing bus,
Regular Trust volunteers continue to brave the cold weather, and the unceasing demands to drink more tea and eat more cake. Richard, our guest blogger, has already described his dogged determination to release the control system – ultimately crowned with
A cold, grey, drizzly day (one a Scot would probably describe as dreich) had me heading across to the workshop with more hope than anything else that the control unit I’d left swimming in penetrating oil may be free. The