Continued from Chapter 23: Bron-23 | ABCtales The lights of Dawlish twinkled. No one stirred in the small resort as 47840 powered through. Rain – or...
Continued from Chapter 22: Bron-22 | ABCtales The dome light pooled over the desk in the cab of No. 47840; otherwise everything was in darkness apart...
Continued from Chapter 20: Bron-20 | ABCtales Chris and Geoff were well into their second pints in the front bar of Ye Olde Mitre; it was nearly one...