Not the greatest photo - but a cool memory.
My cousin and I had saved up babysitting money and come back to Britain eight years after our families emigrated to the States.
Somewhere on a train from Cardiff to northern Wales the train driver (engineer?) (conductor?) must have heard that American teens were on board and asked us if we wanted to come up front to the engine to see as we crossed the viaduct. (I don’t remember exactly where this was.)
I think he told us he wasn’t really supposed to have passengers up in the front.
Anyway, while we were up there, loving the experience, he told us that the line would very soon be closed and explained that branch lines were being closed all over Britain.
It seemed really sad to us, but I’m sure we had no real understanding of how that would affect so many small villages and towns.
Thank you to that long ago, kind train man!

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