![]() It’s time for a night out on the town or a girl’s weekend! While the cheesy route is suitable for a laugh, plenty of bachelorette party ideas are chicer. The first book in the series featuring Inspector Robert Colbeck and Sergeant Victor Leeming, set in the 1850s.If you need some inspiration for a bachelorette weekend and are unsure what to include in your bachelorette party favor bags or what you should give to the bride – we’ve got you covered. In loving memory of my father, who spent his working life as an engine driver, and who instructed me in the mystery of steam locomotion. With thanks to Janet Cutler for her expert advice on Victorian railway companies. The landed proprietor often refused admission to the trespasser and his theodolite. At Addington the surveyors were met and defied in such force, that after the brief fight they were secured, carried before a magistrate and fined… The engineers were in truth driven to adopt whatever methods might occur to them. While people were at church while the villager took his rustic meal with dark lanthorns during the dark hours by force, by fraud, by any and every mode they could devise, they carried the object which they felt to be necessary but knew to be wrong.Ī History of the English Railroads (1851)Įuston Station was one of the architectural marvels of the day. Even the most regular passengers on the London and North Western Railway could still be impressed by the massive portico with its four Doric columns built of adamantine Bramley Fall sandstone, flanked by two pairs of pavilions, and standing on the north side of a large open space. The addition of two hotels, one either side of the portico, introduced a functional element that did not lessen the stunning impact of the facade. Those who passed through the imposing entrance found themselves in the Great Hall, a combined concourse and waiting room. ![]() ![]() It was a magnificent chamber in the Roman-Ionic style with a high, deeply coffered ceiling that made newcomers gape in astonishment.Ĭaleb Andrews did not even notice it, nor did he spare a glance for the majestic curved double flight of steps at the northern end of the hall that led to a gallery and vestibule. Only one thing in the station interested him and that was the locomotive he and his fireman were about to drive to Birmingham. Andrews was a short, wiry character in his early fifties with a fringe beard that was peppered with grey. There was a jauntiness about him that belied his age and that concealed his deep sense of dedication to his work. If we do our jobs properly, everything will go well.Ĭaleb Andrews was a man who thrived on responsibility. The important thing is to get there on time. Do that and we’ll earn ourselves another pat on the back.’Īndrews gave a hollow laugh. ‘From this company?’įrank Pike nodded resignedly. ![]() Now in his thirties, the big, shambling man from the West Country knew that they would only get their stipulated wage. Fireman Pike had a round, flat, moon face that was marked by routine exposure to the elements and, as a rule, darkened by a somnolent expression. His large hands were badly scarred by his trade. He had the deepest respect for his companion and was delighted to work alongside him. Technically, a conductor was in charge of a train but not when Caleb Andrews was there. The driver always asserted his authority and his colleagues knew better than to arouse his combative streak. The two men were on the footplate, checking that everything was in readiness.
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