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James Jones, engine fireman
James Jones Lived on number 7 Station approach, Dodmouth. Every day he would get out of bed, dress win his uniform and kiss his still sleeping wife good bye. Quietly creeping past his children’s bedroom into the down stairs room and picking up Lunch his wife had made him the day before and head off to work. About half way down the road, he heard a voice call out.
“Hello Mr Jones!”
Before James could turn to see who it was, Tom the newspapers sales boy had already skipped past on his way to his spot just outside the station. As James walked past the boy chirped “Say hello to Boxer for me!”
James smiled and continued past the station, up to the big brick shed just past the station mouth. Opening one of the large wooden doors and hooking it back to let the early morning light into the engine inside.
The engine was not a usual one, Boxy and small. It was clearly quite old with its once proud Scarlet paintwork protected behind a thin layer of oil. The tall stove-pipe chimney like a top hat upon this old Gentleman. James walked past, making note again of the name ‘Boxer’ written in gold paint on one side of the engines square saddle tank.
“Good morning” James said as he was climbing into the open cab. The engine seemed lifeless as James made up the fire and lit it
“Tom says hello too”
James patted the side if the engines cab affectionately as he sat down hanging his legs out the cab side, opened his lunch bag, and took out a smaller brown paper bag containing an egg and two pieces of bread. Cracking the egg on a cleaned shovel and flanking it with the bread, he held it over the fire until the egg was fried and bread toasted.
Making a sandwich, James sat back on the side of the cab and ate it happily as Boxer gained steam.
Once he had finished, James grabbed an old oily rag and went around the engine cleaning the polished metal motion and brass drain-cocks.
Some time passed…
The next thing James noticed was a shrieking ‘Peep Pee-Pip Pip Peeeep!’
“Good morning!” called a voice,
James looked up standing on the footplate was Ed bridges; Boxers driver, James’ co-worker and friend, hand resting on the whistle valve.
“Polish those rods anymore and we won’t have any! Come on; let’s get some water”
“R-right,” fumbled James and he got up and walked to the cab
He climbed onto the footplate as Ed shook his head smiling and with a further ‘Peep Peep’ the trio were moving slowly out of the shed in a mist of steam and water from the drain cocks, edging over the points and onto the main line and then backing slowly to the station’s Loop.
Without a word, James climbed down from the cab and over to the water column, collecting the rubber pipe and leading it back over to Ed, now standing on top of the tank equipped with a pair of thread-bare asbestos gloves, waiting open armed for the delivery.
“Say when!” James called as he passed it over and returned to the valve, opening it fully, looking down the line to the old dock branch. This branch only extended a couple of hundred yards, had not been used in many years and was still laid in what gangers called ‘fish belly rails’ rail which were far more brittle than the rail in use on the line.
‘Some days, you can see the sea shimmering in the morning sun’ thought James.
“WHEN” Called the driver, snapping the wandering Stoker out of a daze and bringing him back to earth. He promptly shut the valve and walked back to collect the pipe, a little water trickled over the tank as it was passed and returned to its place.
James and returned to the footplate at Ed placed his hand on the regulator and eased it open. The engine seemed to linger, unresponsive for a moment, as if yearning to pull the coaches waiting in the station.
James patted the engine sympathetically as the regulator was opened further and the engine started forward with a jolt.
The first stop for the day was the next station on the line; the town of Dodton. Here they were to pick up a short train of goods from the brewery’s siding as well as a break van.
They pulled into the station loop and stopped at the signal. Ed sounded the whistle to let the signalman know to switch them onto the goods siding and let the passenger engine, waiting in the station, continue past to the coaches waiting at Dodmouth.
‘Toot toot’ went the passenger engine as the James exchanged line tokens with the other engine’s fireman.
As the tender engine had passed out the loop, the signal changed to ‘clear’ and points set so that they may go and collect their train. Just past the station there is a junction which skirts the town and connects to the station’s sidings. James has never been down this line, he sometimes wondered what it would be like, trundling along the track at no more than walking pace.
The engine that worked the line was an odd thing with a tiny boiler with a massive firebox and pistons on the running board. It was constantly covered in a mix of what James thought to be aged grease and steam oil. Every morning this engine and it’s driver, Jake would take the two or three wagons to the yard and couple it up to the break van left there the previous evening.
“Bloomin’ heck” grumbled Ed, leaning just out of the cab so he could see the train “we’ve got old reliable again!”
At first, James thought he was referring to the portly guard heading over towards the train until he noticed the van break van which was of substantial vintage. Opening the fire box hatch he added a few shovels of coal to the fire whilst the guard, who also misunderstood Ed, gave him a piece of his mind!
After pacifying the guard with a cigarette; Ed opened the injector to top up the water in the boiler. James disembarked and went to the front of the engine.
Holding his arms up, he beckoned Boxer and Ed closer by moving his right forearm to his chest and as the engine grew near, he moved his hands together as if he were clashing two symbols together.
Boxer gently buffered up to the truck and once Ed stuck both his arms out the cab, James hooked over the chain from the truck onto the engine’s coupling hook.
James boarded and the guard whistled, with signals clear and track set, the first train of the day maneuvered out of the yard and towards a station bridge whistling to the school boys looking at them on the bridge, charging under the bridge and into the tunnel ahead.
Steaming out of the tunnel and wiping the soot from their eyes, James and Ed looked around to adjust their eyes to suns morning light. The fields either side were covered in small green buds, James recognised them as potatoes; he had a few similar ones sprouting in his garden.
After a few more uneventful miles of clear skies and fields gave way to the urban town of Mead, the final station on the short line before the junction with the great western. The station itself was similar to the other stations; with the added benefit of a depot the other two engines as well as a coach shed (where the coaches are usually kept) and an old shed the James had never really looked in.
“’ey up” said Ed, confused “what’s that then?”
Ahead the track was set to the yard instead of the main line, which was where they needed to go
“That signal man seems to have a vendetta against us” said James, this was the umpteenth time this had happened to them they were getting quite fed up.
“I’ll go” said Ed “it’ll give you a chance to look in that old shed”
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One of the words that most accurately describes Douglas Adams’ works is “timeless”. In his lecture on “Immortality and Douglas Adams”, Neil Gaiman will speak about the enduring nature of Adams’ vision and imagination, the impact of the internet and eBooks on storytelling as a whole, and why stories can sometimes outlive us all.
This is the 13th Douglas Adams Memorial Lecture in the series.
The Douglas Adams Memorial Lecture is held each year in honour of Save the Rhino founder patron Douglas Adams, who was a dedicated spokesperson for conservation right up until his death in 2001 at the age of 49.You can read more about Douglas and his interest in conservation here:
