Lise’s Branch Line

a railway fantasy

The Tennyson Pennyweight chuffety-chuffs its way along the tufted branch line Mr Beeching crossed out on his clipboard more than half a century ago. Tearing up dandelions with its iron teeth like nobody’s business, its relentless coupling rods whipping the wrong kind of leaves into a flurry of ecstasy.

Four-legged locals look on in ruminant surprise as this choo-choo chimney strapped to…