Welcome to Betton Grange…
“What is all the fuss about?” I thought beforehand. “A lot of hype over a kettle!” but when I heard the whistle last night, about twenty minutes early I ran out in my Crocs and drove down to the station… She arrived at the railway for a short stay on Friday and last night was a test and gauging run. I was expecting to see her in the village about half six so when she whistled for the farm crossing at Garthydwr just over the river a mild panic set in! I was sat in my workshop on the laptop, but within about thirty seconds I was in the Up and heading down to the village station. On arrival I didn't even have a chance to change into my trainers as a whistle as she approached the outer home signal heralded her arrival and I ran across the playing field. Sadly the lovely evening weather meant my preferred location was in shadow (above). The rails squealed and the sleepers creaked as she rolled slowly past me looking absolutely lovely and like she'd always been - not just a fabricati...
