The weather now turned showery (in that all or nothing style so commonly found at FR Galas!) as we headed for Boston Lodge. Stanhope was playing games with it's rake of wagons, running round and having to cut out the defective side tipping wagon before Linda could take them to Blaenau that evening. Stanhope had my mind totally confused, I think the only way to sort it out would be to paint it green, fit a giesel ejector and drop the rear footplate, then I'd be happy, but that's what happens when you get used to seeing a 'modifed' version of a standard design, then the 'real' thing appears to confuse you.
Moving on to Minffordd again, we waited for Taliesin to return and Linda to arrive with the evening freight to Blaenau. James was very pleased at being invited onto Linda's footplate for a little tour, perhaps there is still a chance that we can persuade him that there are better engines than the Funkey! We followed Linda up the line as far as Glanypwll but the light had faded too much for photographs by that point.
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