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Was the last post an 'oops' moment Chris? 

Loco: NBL Class 41 (D600)
Unit: BRCW Class 118 in all over BR Blue, running as W51312/W51327, set number P480.
Coaches: Mk2a in blue/grey and NSE
Wagons: PAA, PRA.

Quote from: Newportnobby on April 30, 2024, 12:41:17 PMPopped over to see a friend and his layout this morning, and spotted this in his fiddle yard.
Is this another Trix work of fiction or did it indeed exist please? A twin bogie hopper wagon?

A German prototype although a pre-teen SD35 had no problem running three of them with some brown DB Fleischman examples which were much more fun as they had small catches on the side which opened the bottom chutes.

Despite being bogie wagons they were cheaper than minitrix HAAs back in the day which seemed to be relatively expensive compared to everything else at the time.

I've got one floating around somewhere. I believe they're a continental wagon re-branded to BR as a 'near enough' for a train set livery

Popped over to see a friend and his layout this morning, and spotted this in his fiddle yard.
Is this another Trix work of fiction or did it indeed exist please? A twin bogie hopper wagon?

Loco S&D 7F 2-8-0

Coach LMS Porthole

Wagon None in particular as have too many

The 68' restaurant car would have more play value than the kitchen car as the kitchen cars were generally sandwiched between first, third or composite open coaches whereas the restaurant cars were often picked up or dropped off en route at either end of a train.

I have kit-built models of both but I would love to replace them with rtr versions.

In the wintry stillness, Eli felt the weight of time—the echoes of those who had walked these halls before her from the Castle's founding in prehistory. Returning to the present, she remembers Sylvie is sitting waiting in their shared bedroom, her dark eyes bright with anticipation. Business partners, friends, and much more—a delicate dance they navigate with accustomed skill within the ancient walls.

As the snow continued its descent, Eli whispered a silent promise to the night. She would explore, discover, and honour Trevelver Castle's legacy. And perhaps, just perhaps, the moon would reveal some of the Castle's ages-old secrets—perhaps a map to hidden chambers or a weighty iron key to forgotten doors.

And so, with the crescent moon as her witness, Eli quickly stepped away from the window. The Castle awaited, its heart beating in sync with hers. Tonight, she would write her own story—one that intertwined with the snow, the moon, and the centuries.

As she ascended the narrow staircase to the floor housing Sylvie's small suite of rooms, Eli's ears strained for a familiar sound—the rhythmic chugging of the local branch line train. For years, the train had been a constant companion, its distant whistle echoing through the valley. It connected the towns of Bodmin and Wadebridge with the port resort of Penmayne, winding its way along the rugged coastline, passing Cant Cove station downhill from the castle.

But now, with the snowfall, the line lay silent and buried. The once-busy tracks were hidden beneath a thick white blanket, and the trains' wheels were frozen in place at Bodmin, Wadebridge and Penmayne. Sylvie had informed Eli that the nearest snowploughs, from Exeter and Plymouth had been dispatched to the mainlines of the Southern Region (SR) and the Western Region (WR), in a futile attempt to keep them open. Their branch line, despite the influence of Lord and Lady Trevelver at Waterloo and Paddington, respectively, was low on the regional managements' priority lists.

Eli missed the distant sound—the rhythmic clatter, the soulful whistle—as the train shuffled along its tracks. It had been a comforting presence, a reminder of life beyond the castle walls. Now, the silence weighed heavily on her. She longed for the familiar comforting sound that used to carry on the wind, connecting her to the world beyond. Her hand on the cold wood of the handrail as she climbed, she imagined the little dark green two-carriage train's wheels turning, the steam billowing from the black-painted loco.'s chimney. One day, when the snow melted and the tracks were cleared, the train would resume its journey. Until then, she would carry the memory of its distant song—a melancholic melody that echoed through the castle's empty corridors. And so, Eli continued, her footsteps echoing in the silence. The castle held its secrets, but now it also held her longing for the lost sound of the branch line train—a sound that had become a part of her soul.

As Eli hurries along the long corridor leading to the suite of rooms she shares with Sylvie, she vividly recalls the moment she first met her intimate friend and business partner. It was a crisp autumn afternoon, and coincidentally, they had both stepped into the cosy 'Café Bohème' on Carnaby Street, one after the other. The brass bell above the door tinkled, announcing their arrival.

Sylvie, with her flowing mane of long, wavy dark brown hair, moved with confident grace. Her big, brown eyes shimmered with sensuality, locking Eli in a gaze that felt both intimate and inviting. The air crackled with an unspoken connection—a recognition that went beyond spoken introductions.

They exchanged pleasantries, but it was Sylvie's throaty, uninhibited laugh that etched itself into Eli's memory. They talked about books, plays, films, music, paintings, dreams of the future, and the way sunlight filtered through the café window, casting warm patterns on the worn wooden table.

The setting was appropriately Bohemian, its interior shabby elegance. The café's buttery pastries were a delightful accompaniment to its freshly made coffee, making it a truly memorable experience. It was a place where conversations linger, secrets unfold, and the pulse of Swinging London beats just outside the window.

As their conversation flowed, Eli realised that Sylvie was more than a very attractive, highly intelligent young woman; she was a kindred spirit. Their laughter echoed through the cosy space, and in that moment, Eli knew that this encounter was no ordinary meeting—it was the beginning of a lifelong friendship.

Yes, that works well. As a mod it brings up every post which is useful. But as Nick quite rightly says, they're in chronological order anyway.