I did so long to travel on a train, especially on the Brunel Bridge to Saltash but that pleasure was denied me. However, the [Baptist] Church once a year had a Sunday School Outing. One year we went to Bere Alston where a field was hired for our pleasure and, wonder of wonders, it was by train. How we enjoyed that ride, though very short, and I remember singing “Good Luck to the Engine Driver”. We all, I think, enjoyed the train ride more than the sports which were provided in the field.