The Northerners.

A Tale From A Rail

2 Is enough for one line

Dear friends, as our last entry stated Boxford has departed from the Island Of Sodor and has moved up north to the Rotorsby and Northoughton Railway. For many years (29) he has lived with 2 others named Fordshire and Beatrice. A new one has came from another line. How peculiar.

Northoughton is the big station at the end of the line of our railway. Its so big its infact very busy. With engines coming in and out they go. Our 3 engines have went through and out of here for years.

But the excessive amount of cars being imported through and out was becoming a major problem for Boxford and the yard work. As the yard wasn't very big. So the Controller of our railway decided to make an extension of the yard. Now Fordshire wasn't happy.

"It's bloody ridiculous if you ask me!" He said one night in the shed. "What's so 'bloody ridiculous' hm?" Asked Boxford backing down into the shed beside Beatrice. "These new extensions they are! Oh they are ruining my runs!" Fordshire said pouting. "Stop pouting Fordshire it's absolutely annoying!" Said Beatrice unexpectedly.

The next day Fordshire was getting ready to depart at Allerby Quay."I'm not even going to be able to have a good run aren't I?" He mumbled "What was that Fordshire?" Boxford said smugly coming up beside him. "Nothing! Just get my coaches ready!" "I already have." "Oh." Fordshire whistled he went slow but steady. Through the harbour and into a tunnel it was short as he raced through to Chandwell. He slowed down right next to the platform that was connected to the platform next to the Other Railway.

"Ah.. what a nice way to stretch my wheels!" Said Fordshire. He sat there for a minute as passengers bustled out waiting for there next train. Soon a Class 46 had growled up the line and stopped at Chandwell. "Devil." Fordshire mumbled. "What dya say?" The 46 said. "Oh uh nothing." Said Fordshire. The 46 looked at him. "Hmph." And he roared away.

Fordshire was going along the line. He passed through the colliery and stopped at Tenham just down the line. His fire sizzled as passengers jumped out the coaches. Boxford then came up with his three coaches. "Hello Fordshire what're you doing here? Ah, dropping off passengers." There was silence between the two for a few seconds. "Have you met that new diesel?" Asked Fordshire. "Oh, yea I have. Yea he's pretty nice." "Ya sure? He was pretty snobbish if ye ask me." "Oh." Answered Boxford.