I can remember being able to see the train go by in the distance from my bedroom window and sometimes we would walk down Hill Place Lane to see it go past.
Pam Bone nee Cotton b 1948
In September 1953 Mum, Dad, Mike and I walked over the fields at about tea time to wave to the last train from Yarmouth to Newport as it came past, being pulled as usual by a steam engine. A few years later the track was ripped up by contractors and it was interesting to go and watch them removing the various parts: long lengths of metal railway line, heavy metal chairs, fishplates, bolts and sleepers, all of which were taken away, until all that was left was a shingle track where the railway line had once been. Peter Smith b 1946
