A railway that crops up in several family anecdotes and old photo albums.
It seems to have been in pre WW1 days perhaps, great aunt Maisie, in her twenties, on a Sunday when the line was shut, would recruit local youth ('They had to be good and strong') to take a slate truck up the line, climb aboard, and then descend under gravity as she told me. Photos of these Sunday adventures of Maisie's do not seem to exist.
Fast forward a generation, and two undated photos from different times of family groups, the first has a hellfire dog and in this case the slate truck is alongside the platform at Tywyn Pendre station. So, at least a couple of gravity runs from the twenties or thirties.
Then, a later photo, from Lover's Lane bridge just outside Tywyn, of a train from early preservation days, grass grown track and the railway boundary hedge not quite run wild. Google Streetview doesn't capture this well, and in any case the boundary hedge is now thirty feet high.
Mark


