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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6630 on: January 15, 2020, 09:34:12 PM »
Susan and Sylvia stood outside the Ladies where a prominent ‘OUT OF ORDER’ sign had been fixed to the door. As previously decided, Eli had gone on ahead to check that the room was empty before placing the self-adhesive sign which had been rolled up in her handbag. If anyone challenged her, they had agreed that she would play for time by pretending to understand no English and only answering in Breton. As arranged, Sylvia gave the identifying series of knocks on the door. Almost as soon as she had finished, Eli opened the door, smiled, then quickly closed it after them.

“These expandable wedges that Susan gave me hold the door closed in case anyone comes,” explained Eli returning them into their locations at the top and bottom of the door frame next to the hinges.

“Good,” replied Sylvia. “They’ll keep anyone out.”

“Did Jeremy give you the key, Eli?” asked Susan.

“Yes, he did when he showed me where the private room is. Here's the key.”

“Good. Keep it safe."

"We don’t have much time, Susan.”

“I know, but with your help, Sylvi, we can have everything in place very quickly, just as we practised all those times in the kitchen in Chelsea. Let’s go through it, again, quickly, girls. Who does what with what and where!”

They were just about to start when there was an urgent rattling of the door handle.

“Open up! We’re bustin’ for a pee!

“Right,” whispered Susan, “you two, stand back as far as you can and hold your noses”. Opening and reaching into her black and white Mary Quant handbag, she swiftly withdrew a small plastic pouch in a matching design and, unzipping it, took out a small transparent phial. Bending down, she rapidly removed the stopper and trickled the contents onto the floor just behind the door before very quickly rising to take out her silver metal lipstick case.

“My Gawd, whatter nawful stink!” The voice on the other door exclaimed. “Now we knows why its outta order! C’mon Doreen, we’re goin’ to the Gents!”

They heard the sound of running feet outside as Susan quickly waved her lipstick case to neutralise the overpowering smell before it could make them all physically sick.

“Phew! That was the worst smell I’ve ever smelt, Susan. I thought the Castle drains, just before it rains, were bad enough but that …”

“That’s the change in air pressure, Sylvi,” explained Susan matter-of-factly. “Right, you two. Let’s go! Remove the sign as we leave, please, Eli.”

“Of course, Susan. Amazing. See, the glue leaves not a mark, Sylvi,” Eli stated in surprise as she removed the sign and, after tightly rolling it up, returned it to her handbag.

“Oh, that, Eli. You’ll have the same temporary sticky glue in a few decades.”

“We really don’t have much time,” exclaimed Sylvia once again checking her small Omega white gold watch, a twenty-first birthday present from her parents. What would they think if they knew what she was involved in now, she wondered.

“I’ll take you both to the private room, now,” announced Eli removing the wedges and passing them to Susan to return to her handbag as the young Breton opened the door and looked around.

“No-one about. I can hear Sam Cooke’s “Another Saturday Night” beginning to play. Before it ends, we’ve got to be out of there and back on the dancefloor! Follow me!”

“We’re following you, Eli, as quickly as we can. Got everything, Susan?”

“Yes, don’t worry, Sylvi. Eli, the same trick with the wedges in case someone has a duplicate key!”

“Yes, yes,” called Eli softly. “Here we are.” She unlocked the door of the private dining room and all three entered and immediately set about their repeatedly rehearsed tasks.
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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6631 on: January 16, 2020, 10:08:44 PM »
As soon as Giles had finished giving the identifying series of knocks on the door of the private dining room, to his considerable surprise, it was Poldory, dressed as a chef, who opened it.

“Change of plan, Giles, old boy,” said Jeremy, standing behind him.

“Yes, that’s right, Mr. Roskrow, Captain Cador said I should be the one dressed as the chef to push the cake trolley,” explained Poldory closing the door behind Giles. “I’m in danger from those Soviets, you see, an’ so is this poor young girl called Sally ...”

“I told Eli all about it when she came for the room key, just a minute ago, Giles,” interrupted Jeremy. “Now, Poldory you tell Mr. Roskrow just what you told me!”

Poldory very quickly explained to Giles as he got ready whilst Jeremy nodded briskly, gesturing for Poldory to hurry up and finish. As soon as he had, Jeremy opened the door and carefully looked around.

“No-one about. Right. I can hear Sam Cooke’s “Another Saturday Night” playing. Before it ends, we’ve got to be out of here with this cake trolley and on the dancefloor! To the left, along the right-hand corridor and through the service door. You lead, Poldory and I’ll follow!”

“It takes some pushin’, Captain Cador!” exclaimed Poldory as the rounded the corner of the corridor which ran behind the rear and sides of the discothèque.

“Stop your complaining, Poldory, or I’ll gladly hand you over to the Soviets never to be seen again!”

Before very long, although to them it seemed an eternity, they arrived at the double service doors. Jeremy went to the doors to listen. Sam Cooke’s “Another Saturday Night” was just about to end.

“Just in time, Poldory! I’ll open the doors, you go straight through, then I’ll close them after you and be right behind. Push the trolley over to the top right-hand corner and wait there whilst I speak with the disc jockey chap. Don’t move from there until I give you the signal then go get Sally! Understood?”

“Yes, sir, Captain Cador!”

“Good.” Jeremy then walked over to James Hamilton.

Eddie had sent a very junior member of ‘The Firm’, with a motor scooter, to watch for the arrival of the three VIPs he was expecting. He rubbed his hands in glee. They would be rid of an annoying problem and on top of that, the Twins had been promised, they would be paid very generously in uncut Russian diamonds smuggled into London in a diplomatic bag. Enough time for a quick tour of inspection, Eddie decided. Striding through the busy casino, he entered the crowded discothèque then, turning left, passed through the left-hand pair of service doors. As he approached the Ladies, he saw, to his considerable annoyance, two young dyed blonde black leather mini-skirted ‘working girls’ wearing matching black PVC thigh-high boots and translucent tight blouses with plunging necklines revealing black lacey bras, coming out of the Gents beyond.

“Oy! Watcher two doin’ in my club an’ comin’ outta the Gents? I know your sort! This is a high-class ‘stablishment an’ we don’t want your sort ‘ere, ‘specially comin’ from where you never should’ve bin comin’ outta of!” He glared at each of them in turn. “An’ if you’ve been servicin’ anyone in there …”

“No, no, Mr. Eddie. Nuffink of the kind, honest. Was just Bella n’ me in there. The Ladies was outta order, see. There was this big sign on the door an’ it was locked, too. We were bustin’ you see, Mr. Eddie.”

“An appallin’ pong there was comin’ outta there, too, Mr. Eddie, honest,” added Bella.

“I’ve just walked past the Ladies. Come ‘ere, you two!” He glared at each of them, again, in turn. “See any sign? Smell anyfink?”

The two young women stood outside and, looking stunned, shook their heads.

“Right, that’s it. You can’t even lie proper. I’m escortin’ you two off the premises an’ never want to see either of you ‘ere ever, again! If you were men, I’d have Georgie work you over then throw you out on yer …”

“Alright, alright, Mr. Eddie. We’re goin’.”

“An’ I’m goin’ to make very sure of that! Walk quickly, I’m right behind you!”

The three were still walking quickly down the left-hand corridor while, around the corner, Susan, Sylvia and Eli left the private dining room, closing the door firmly but quietly after them, before hurrying down the right-hand one and into the discothèque just as James Hamilton began playing James Brown & The Famous Flames’ 1961 130bpm hit, “Night Train”.
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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6632 on: January 17, 2020, 10:55:13 PM »
Shortly after Poldory, Jeremy, and Giles entered the crowded discothèque with the cake trolley, they were followed by a relieved Susan, Sylvia and Eli carrying rather lighter handbags. Richard and Tom then quickly joined Jeremy and Giles, whilst Sophie and Angela joined Susan, Sylvia and Eli. They all had much to quickly bring each other up to date on. Poldory, though, was told to wait well out of earshot of the two small circles of friends but to be ready to get Sally as soon as he was told.

“Right, Rule, I think it will be time any moment now,” stated Snapper observing the two groups forming in the opposite corner.

“It certainly very much looks that way, Snapper.”

Phil Courtenay had been allocated to a table with Belinda and Suzi; whilst Andy had been delighted to be assigned to Amanda, the two being very much in love, and Jenny. Sofi, Fermin, Rae Anne and her two young Californian friends, Amy and Lana, were gathered around two tables pushed together and, apart from Sofi, having, they agreed, absolutely the very best evening since arriving in England; whilst Christian and Catala were very much enjoying having the table they had been allocated to themselves. But now, all of them were impatiently watching for the agreed signal.

As “Night Train” came to a close, Jeremy went up to the D.J., James Hamilton and, leaning over, spoke to him quietly. James nodded, smiled and handed him the microphone that was linked to the sound system.
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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6633 on: January 19, 2020, 08:28:08 PM »
James Hamilton put on the instrumental “Green Onions” by Booker T. and The MG's, which Susan automatically calculated as being 137 bpm. Jeremy, smiling, then picked up the D.J.’s microphone and climbed up on one of the pair of chairs that Richard had brought over from the table he was sharing with Giles, Sophie, and Angela. “Ladies and Gentlemen. may I have your attention, please! The following is an announcement for Miss Angela Evans. Those of you who don’t have the very great pleasure and honour of knowing this young lady, as we, our friends,” he indicated the small crowd gathered around him, “do, please, continue enjoying yourselves! Angela Evans, please, come right here!”

Angela, her round face flushed from dancing and several large Mai Tais, looked up at him in great surprise, then still with a very puzzled look on her face but strongly encouraged by Sophie, Susan, Sylvia and Eli, hesitantly walked over to the cake trolley and the nearby chairs.

“Now, Angela”, grinned Jeremy, “you organised this evening’s celebrations thinking it was for our visiting friends, Sofi, Fermin, Rae Anne and her two young Californian friends, Amy and Lana, didn’t you?”

Perplexed, Angela nodded before replying, “Well, yes, that’s what Sylvi told me all those weeks ago.”

Jeremy, still smiling, replied, “But, dear Angela, that was not the real reason. We’re all gathered here, this very evening, to celebrate … the outstanding contribution you made, last year, at Trevelver Castle. A selfless sacrifice which saved the lives of your friends and which all of us who were there will remember for the rest of our lives!”

Angela blushed and stammered, “It was really nothing! Nothing at all! Any of us would have done the same in that situation ...”

“Dear Angela, despite medical treatment that was,” and Jeremy grinned even more broadly, “truly out of this world, it still took you many months to recover! Angela Evans, please, step up onto this chair, to formally receive our heartfelt thanks. Richard, help Angela up, please.”

Protesting, a beaming Richard lifted Angela up onto the chair next to Jeremy.

“Now, I want all her female friends to gather around this magnificent celebration cake,” Jeremy pointed to the round shiny gold paper covered object on the trolley, behind which a nervous Alan Poldory stood, his chef’s har pulled down and his face in shadow. “Followed by all her male friends. The rest of you, please, continue enjoying this wonderful evening at ‘Esmeralda’s Barn’.” Catala was surprised when, taking her hand, Christian led them over to join the two groups whilst Sofi, Fermin, Rae Anne, Amy and Lana remained at their adjoining tables, watching.

Females and males gathered in two concentric circles around the trolley in the top right-hand corner of the room. James put on another great instrumental, “Nut Rocker” by B. Bumble & the Stingers, which Susan automatically calculated at being 101 bpm.

“Now, ladies and gentlemen, the moment that you’ve all been waiting for! Unveiling the celebration cake! Angela, please, pull this golden cord,” requested Jeremy picking up the golden string attached the shiny golden paper cylinder sitting on top of the trolley.

“Me?” asked Angela.

“Yes, you, and now, please, Angela. We’ve no time to wait!” insisted Jeremy.

“Alright!” she replied and tugged, ripping a vertical opening in the shiny golden cylinder and then pulling it off so that it fell to one side revealing a giant iced cake. The sculptured false top of the cake then fell off to one side as out popped a grinning Giles wearing the uniform of a BR Guard and who then loudly blew a whistle before, after Jeremy had handed him the microphone, announcing:

“Friends of Angela, please, give three very loud cheers for this wonderful young woman, Hip, hip, hurrah! Hip, hip, hurrah! Hip, hip, hurrah!” Angela’s assembled friends loudly followed Jeremy’s example, much to her obvious embarrassment.

“One moment, please,” Susan asked Tom as soon as the last tumultuous cheer came to an end. “I’ll be back very shortly.” Feeling underneath the top surface of the trolley Susan carefully removed several very large, together with several rather smaller, slim oblong cardboard covered objects. Removing the same tacky tape which Eli had used to temporary fix the self-adhesive ‘OUT OF ORDER’ sign on the door of, first, the Ladies and then the private dining room before removing the sign and rolling it up, Susan swiftly checked them over before carrying them over to James Hamilton. Putting on her most persuasive smile and fixing him with her pale grey eyes, Susan handed the objects over to the D.J. and rapidly instructed him. James, temporarily mesmerised, quickly nodded.

“First, please, play this record. It’s 127bpm and lasts 7:48, as you can see on the label”, explained Susan, handing Hamilton a 12’’ white label copy of Steve Winwood’s ‘Night Train’ to place on one of his twin turntables, a record which, apart from by Susan and her friends and their Chelsea companions, thanks to her private music library and 3D printer at 76 Trotter’s Lane, would not be heard of, again, until the 1980 release of Winwood’s ‘Arc Of A Diver’ album. “Then, second,” she gazed at James, handing him a 7’’ single of Little Eva’s Single Version of the ‘The Loco-Motion’, “James, please, pay this because it has a very appropriate title and, at 130bpm, is perfect follow-up, but, remember, at 2:28, it is much shorter”. The hypnotised D.J. nodded and placed it on the second turntable. “Third, please, pay this one, it’s 127bpm so, again, perfect but it lasts 4:19”, she handed him a second 12’’ white label, this time of Bryan Ferry’s “Don't Stop The Dance”, which, again, other than Susan and her friends and their companions, would not be heard of until the 1985 release of Ferry’s ‘Boys And Girls’ album. “Fourth”, she handed him a third 12’’ white label, this time of The O'Jays ‘Love Train - Extended Version’, which, again, other than Susan and her friends and their companions, would not be heard of until the 1972 release of The O'Jays’ album, ‘Back Stabbers’. “It’s 125bpm so, again, follows perfectly but it lasts 6:15. Fifth”, she handed him another 7’’ single from her diminishing collection, but this time of Sam Cooke’s ‘Another Saturday Night’, “please, pay this one, it’s 123bpm so, again, a very good match but only lasts 2:40. When it stops playing, you’ll remember nothing except to, immediately, play this 7’’ single, Smokey Robinson & The Miracles’ “You've Really Got A Hold On Me” which is 118bpm and lasts 3:14. When I snap my fingers you will do just as I instructed. Understood?” Again, Hamilton nodded. Smiling, Susan, snapped her fingers, broke her gaze and returned to her friends. “Everything is arranged. Now, we have a little over 20 minutes!”

Whilst Susan had been instructing the D.J., Giles had been busy, too. “Now, Miss Angela Evans,” he announced, putting down the whistle as Steve Winwood’s ‘Night Train’ began, ‘Out of the night burning with light …’ “Your celebration is about to truly begin with your carefully chosen presents!” Turning to Poldory, he whispered, “And now’s your time to go fetch young Sally Salcombe with a very large wastepaper bin, a cake knife and side plates with cake forks for all of us, whilst everyone is distracted watching Angela and me! Go and don’t let anyone or anything stop you, Poldory, if you want the two of you to get out of here safe and sound!”

“Now, girls, you know what to do!” quietly stated Sylvia who, along with Sophie, Susan, Sylvia and Eli had, as previously planned, gathered on the side of the cake trolley furthest from the dancefloor, and were now joined by Catala, with Richard, Tom, Phil, Andy, and Christian standing immediately behind them, waiting for Giles’ signal.

“And, lads, you know what to do, too!” added Richard quietly.

The ‘Girls’ and Sophie then knelt down by the trolley and quickly removed the shiny gold paper and bright festive streamers from the side facing them to reveal two layers of packages covered in the same shiny gold paper and tied in place by silver-painted string arranged around a very large cylinder which stretched up from the flat surface mounted at the trolley’s bottom above its wheels and up through the trolley’s upper surface. The girls took out their nail scissors from their handbags and set to work cutting the string. Quickly removing the top layer of shiny-wrapped parcels revealed a space around the base of the cylinder hidden from sight by the bottom layer. Each young woman quickly and unobtrusively passed, first, what she found there to the young man standing behind her who, equally quickly and unobtrusively, pocketed it before receiving, from the woman in front of him, the first of the gold-paper wrapped packages to pass on.

 “Right, lads,” whispered Jeremy, “you know what to do, next, one by one.”

“Yes, they replied.”

“Angela, please, receive the first of your presents with our heartfelt thanks,” announced Giles. “Richard, please, present it and read from the tag who gave it.” And so it went. After each of the men had presented two of the parcels, one by one, they quickly sidled out to the Gents, including to Catala’s surprise, Christian, only to return, a few minutes later.

“Any sign of the Soviets, yet, Snapper?” asked Rule, quietly as he leaned across the table. He only had a clear view of the proceeds but had caught Richard’s very quick ‘thumbs up’. No-one was within earshot and the music was loud.

“No, but there’s no sign of either of the Twins, either,” came the quiet reply.

“It can’t be much longer, Snapper.”

“No, their car must be stuck in traffic. I’m going to step outside and get an update from the Admiral. I have a plainclothes detective sergeant in a car further down Wilton Place. Shouldn’t be long.”

“If all goes to plan, and it has so far, we have a little over 20 minutes, Snapper!”

“I know. See you shortly, Rule!”
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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6634 on: January 23, 2020, 10:17:52 PM »
The presentation of Angela’s presents, accompanied by synchronised train movements and noises, completed, they all returned to their previous seats, very happy and laughing. Then waiters and waitresses, bearing trays of glasses, approached each table announcing that the drinks were ‘with the compliments of the management to celebrate this special occasion. Sylvia, Susan, Eli, Tom and Jeremy’s table was the first to be served. They waited, though, for everyone else to receive their drinks. At the next table, Sophie and Richard were seated with Giles and Angela. Sophie was, once more, sitting facing Richard but had, again, carefully positioned herself so that she also had a clear view of Susan’s back.

Suddenly Sophie announced: “Richard, turn around; look at the eyes of that snake on Susan’s back. See how its eyes are shining bright … red”

“Yes, I can see. Susan! What’s the danger?” he asked, via the twenty-first-century communicators in their ears.

“Deadly danger! No-one touch your drink!” Susan immediately replied. “If any of your companions are without communicators, tell them to wait or they will die!” Susan briefly closed her eyes in concentration. “Now”, she told them, opening her eyes and smiling gently, “your celebratory cocktails are safe and no longer in the deadly condition they were served in.”

“What was that, Susan?”

“They were all poisoned with a measure of a clear, odourless, oily liquid, Richard. Overdosing, which is particularly easy when the substance is mixed with alcohol, can make people incoherent, suffer convulsions, lose consciousness and then stop breathing altogether. The measures put into our glasses would, undoubtedly, have done all of those and very quickly!”

“You mean we would be dead, Susan?” asked Sylvia incredulously.

“Oh, yes. Except for me, of course, because my metabolism instantly neutralises any poison. The technologically augmented Pranavore on my back, a type of symbiotic creature that feeds on life force, detected it immediately and warned me, telepathically and, as Sophie and Richard saw, visually, too.”

“It’s just as Poldory warned us was likely to happen,” said Jeremy. “We all owe him!”

“Or rather that young girl, Sally, who warned Poldory about that suspicious unmarked bottle of clear liquid right behind the bar and Eddie’s orders for its use which she had overheard,” added Giles.

“Yes, now, we really must ensure that they both escape with us!” stated Sylvia.

There was a chorus of empathetic agreement.
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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6635 on: January 25, 2020, 09:32:00 PM »
“Where you off to,” asked the doorman, suspiciously, as the well-disguised D.C.I. Snapper left the nightclub.

“Just for some fresh air; it gets rather hot and stuffy in there,” he pointed behind him.

“Yeah, it does, sir. I’ve got your name in the book, ain’t I?”

“Oh, yes, Ainsley, George Ainsley.”

“Right, Mr. Ainsley. Let me look. A friend of Miss Trevelver, I see; you’re listed as a member of her party.”

“No, not really. I’m a business acquaintance of her father, Lord Trevelver. I’m here with Mr. Morant, David Morant, to discuss matters of … mutual interest.”

The big doorman grinned showing several missing front teeth and tapped his broken nose.

“You gentleman chose jus’ the right place for … matters of mutual interest,” and laughed. “See ya, soon, then!”

Snapper thanked him then began casually strolling down Wilton Place. He passed, without seeming to notice, the most junior member of ‘The Firm’ sitting on his Vespa scooter watching to the north in the direction of Knightsbridge. The D.C.I. continued walking southwards and turned into Wilton Crescent, and out of sight, until he came to a parked black Rover 95. Opening the passenger door, the detective got in.

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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6636 on: January 25, 2020, 11:09:56 PM »
Time to post some more train pictures.

The front of the pilot loco., a 4575 2-6-2T of a heavy post-New Year passenger special was shown earlier. Time to post the rest of the train.

The GWS (Bodmin preserved) 4575 No. 5530 [to be 5531 (83E)]



Is assisting another GWS (Bodmin preserved) loco. 43xx No. 6397 (83E) [a Tony and Gideon co-production on a 2-6-0 DCC-fitted chassis by Douglas of Wickness]



The train formed of one of the local BR WR Chocolate & Cream BR Standard sets has a preponderance of 1st Class accommodation, together with an RMB Buffet car, as it is bringing racehorse owners for the traditional private exhibition races, this year (164) held in the grounds of Trevelver Castle.





On the rear are a BR Maroon ER BR Standard horsebox from Yorkshire plus a BR SR Green BR Standard horsebox worked from elsewhere in Cornwall {Martin will know where]. Added to the train, at Wadebridge, was a PO "Red Spinnaker" Rum van from Brixham and a PO "Castor & Furzeham" Brixham Insulated Fish van which had been worked along the WR mainline from Devon and then worked from Bodmin Road.





The train is then passed by a special goods train of post-Christmas empties hauled by a 5101 "Large Prairie" and bound for Trepol Bay and Port Perran.



In the loco. shed siding the resident Drewry diesel shunter No. D2283 has a large GWS owned GWR Loco Coal bogie wagon full of best Somerset steam coal.

Its an unusually mild sunny day which meant that the exposed cab of the 43xx was not a problem for its volunteer footplatemen.
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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6637 on: January 26, 2020, 07:52:29 AM »
Great photos Chris & great to see the Tullibardine van getting well used, thirsty bunch down in the SW  :)

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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6638 on: January 26, 2020, 08:43:41 AM »
Super pictures, Chris.

Thank you very much.

Best wishes.

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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6639 on: January 26, 2020, 09:54:11 AM »
Thank you, Andrew and John.

To appease Dr. Beeching, on the grounds of 'operating efficiency' and the continued growth of Penmayne as a superior holiday resort and local distribution and manufacturing centre, goods trains now run through Cant Cove to Penmayne where portions to and from Cant Cove are worked by connecting local services, normally worked by WR NB Type 2s. However, at holiday times, preserved ex-GWR locos. are allocated as an additional tourist attraction. The train of empties headed by 81xx No. 8102 [to become 5101 No. 5193 (83E) (with Early Crest and red-backed numberplate)] contains returning empties from both Penmayne and Cant Cove after pre-Christmas deliveries of various alcoholic beverages consumed during Christmas and New Year. Cant Cove's official photographer, John Prynne, Chief Accountant of the "Castle Estates", also photographed the inward workings and these pictures will be posted.
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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6640 on: January 26, 2020, 10:36:41 AM »
One of the pre-Christmas special goods services was worked by a 2251 No. 3203 on loan from 85B (Gloucester) for the holiday period. [The over-large tender to house a very early DCC chip rather spoils this fine Peco model and replacement of the tender or, at least, tender body and the fitting of a much smaller modern DCC-chip is under consideration. As is renumbering it to a Templecombe allocated example that being the closest depot to Cornwall to have any apart from 83D Exmouth Junction which, in 1963, had 2214, 2241, 2277, and (subsequently preserved) 3205 used on snowplough duties. Checking which 2251's had BR black liveries in the 1960s is another task.] Adding a detailed Union Mills model in BR Lined Green is also under active consideration.



This, regrettably slightly out-of-focus, shot shows three ferry wagons (which arrived via the West Porthsea Quay - Regleun train ferry) at the head of the train.

Whilst the first and the third LWB 'Ferry' 'Tarpaulin' high-side wagons convey cut prime timber, the second contains fresh fruit from Italy. One of the timber wagons is in the red livery of the timber merchant at Port Perran.



These are followed by a Conflat with two insulated AF Containers in BR Ice Blue (which appear to have shifted in transit) and an insulated goods van both conveying fresh fish from Trepol Bay Harbour.



Then a BR Shoc-Van to collect empty glass bottles for re-use and one of the prototype BR Extra Long pallet vans from Devon.



Next are a "Tullibardine" premium malt whisky Shoc-Van and two black and gold "Headland Brewery, Port Perran, vans full of bottled and cask beer.



They are followed by a dark green van belonging to "Messrs Prisk & Jones" (Fruit & Vegetable Wholesalers), Trepol Bay, a "Castle Estates" light blue SWB Insulated Van, a dark blue "Castle Brewery" SWB goods van, and an apple green "Sam's Cider" SWB Single Vent Van.



Next is an empty BR Bauxite open wagon used as a 'barrier wagon' followed by an "ESSO" then a "SHELL" "BP" tank wagon (worked through from Devon).



Also worked through from Devon are two non-vacuum braked vehicles: a BR Standard mineral wagon and an LNER design SWB single vent goods van. As ex-SR fitted 'poll box' brake van brings up the rear.

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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6641 on: January 26, 2020, 02:12:33 PM »
 :hellosign:  :greatpicturessign:
   Many thanks Chris, all looking rather splendid & the story is all gripping stuff
       regards Derek.
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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6642 on: January 26, 2020, 03:26:49 PM »
:hellosign:  :greatpicturessign:
   Many thanks Chris, all looking rather splendid & the story is all gripping stuff
       regards Derek.

Thank you, Derek. Back to the story!

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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6643 on: January 26, 2020, 03:27:51 PM »
Whilst Rule waited for Snapper’s return, he fervently hoped that it was not obvious that he was a cop and a country bumpkin one at that. Reflectively, he sipped his large Scotch, recently delivered by the same tall brunette waitress, and evaluated his situation. His London colleague had explained that showing a police badge here was definitely not a good idea. However, an attempt to poison them all was not a possibility that anyone had even remotely considered. It would not be long, though, before whoever had planned this and, surely, it must have been one of the Twins, would know that the attempt had failed, and would want to know why and who was responsible. Feeling, once more, the reassuring presence under his suit jacket of his loaded Webley revolver in its shoulder holster – both of which had been hidden, along with the others’ sidearms and holsters, in the celebration cake trolley – the Cornish detective felt a little more secure. In this part of London, Snapper had warned him, you never knew what might happen, he had certainly been right there! Indeed, that was precisely the attraction for many of the night club’s energetic revellers: an unpredictable night in “Esmeralda’s Barn” among rakish criminals and beautiful women, stealing furtive glances at them from a neighbouring table or across the crowded dancefloor. You might even witness a shoot-out between hoodlums which you could then read all about in the next morning’s papers. This was, indeed, far more exciting than being out and about in mundane Wadebridge solving minor crimes, perhaps, Rule reflected, rather too exciting! Despite himself, Rule wished Snapper were back. Time was not on their side. Where were the Twins? For that matter, where were the Soviets? Time to consult Jeremy, again, via Angela, Rule decided.

Angela was, as she had been most of the evening, on the dancefloor with Giles, Susan, Sylvia, Eli, Sophie, Richard and Tom. Next to them, danced Sofi, Fermin, Rae Anne and Amy and Lana, all blissfully unaware of their narrow escape having only been told to wait until everyone was ready to toast Angela. Nearby were Catala and Christian.

The slices of the celebratory iced sponge cake, which had been arranged around the cylinder concealing Giles, having been served by Poldory and Sally Salcombe, Jeremy was now helping Alan and Sally to slowly and methodically tidy up all the discarded wrapping from Angela’s presents, which were now neatly stacked in boxes on her table, together with what had been removed from the cake trolley. Jeremy, Sophie, Richard and Tom were carefully, but unobtrusively, continually scanning the room for any hint of imminent danger which could not be long now coming. Would it be the Twins and ‘The Firm’ or the Soviets who would move, first, they wondered? Although why the Soviets would want them all dead before being able to interrogate each of them about the orichalcum was a puzzle to which Rule, currently, had no answer. Getting up from the table, wearing his best smile, he danced over to Angela and her friends, bowed and took Angela’s outstretched hand. A whispered, seemingly intimate, conversation with Angela, on the dancefloor, would soon result in it being repeated to her friends whose answers she would then repeat to him during the next dance he requested with her. Smokey Robinson & The Miracles’ “You've Really Got A Hold On Me” began, their time was nearly up! Where was Snapper?
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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6644 on: January 27, 2020, 09:51:59 PM »
I recently bought an old GF 1405 'Hall' Class No. 7915 "Mere Hall" which was described as being in very good condition and runs well. However, one side cab number is missing and of the nameplates, one is missing the other not complete so it would have to gain mew plates anyway. (The "Modified Halls" were numbered 6959-6999, 7900-7929, so No. 7915 "Mere Hall" would be incorrect for a GF "Hall" anyway, I think.)

Thanks to a tip-off from Alex (Hailstone), I now know its new identity. (It is in the Bradford Barton series of albums "More Great Western Steam in Cornwall", which I have but had forgotten to look at, on the dust cover and on page 78.

For a small Cornish shed, Truro (83F, 84C) had an interesting allocation in steam days. 6911 "Holker Hall" was allocated to 83F from Sept. 1958 to June 59 when it, briefly, went to 83G Penzance before moving on to 84C Banbury in November 1959 (2D later), by which time it must surely have been repainted!

However, even more interesting for me was that it was shedded at 83E St Blazey from January 1956 to September 1958, having previously been at Penzance (83G / PZ). Whilst at St Blazey, it might still have been in BR Lined Black Early Crest livery? In 1961, it was photographed in ex-works BR Lined Green Late Crest livery. So, assuming it passes for DCC-fitting at Wickness, I need to see if I can buy new plates for 6911 "Holker Hall" (83E).

Alex has upgraded the mechanism of his to the Chinese version with better driving wheels and fitted an N Brass bogie (that I will do).

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