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(New Bolingbroke Railway crossing with train before
closure in mid 1960’s.)
The van stopped with a squeal of rubber, just short of the
heavy wooden gates in time to see the dirty black locomotive
proceeding slowly over the crossing in the direction of
Skegness.
No one noticed the extra noise of my rapid deceleration as
the train clanged, chuffed and clattered past. The gate keeper
was in his signal box and the station platform now deserted. A
few passenger coaches followed and the fireman tending his
charge had the fire door wide open, the warm red glow
penetrated the grey murk that swept around.

FRED POPHAM
It was early in 1966 that I first met Fred Popham.
I had been married to Ruth for a year or so and we were
preparing to move into a new home on the “Woodside” estate
just across the road from where Grandmother Munford was
still beavering away with her “lodgers”. Ruth had been

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