Believe it or not, but this plastic Lobster has a direct connection with the real place. Along with the station there was four shops sharing the blue brick building on the overbridge. There was a clothes shop to the left, the station (a simple entrance with small ticket office), a shoe shop (if I remember right), a newsagent and a chip shop. The 'chippie' was called the 'Shell Bar' and had a small eating area that was festooned with fishing nets and lobster baskets etc. Plastic fish and Lobsters hung from the walls and climbed out of baskets. Don't forget, this was the seventies and all this seemed like the height of sophistication back then! It was our version of McDonalds and occasionally, after a shopping trip to the Bull Ring or Walsall market via the train, Mom would take both me and my small sister for a meal before returning home. A rare treat as my Dad was a real meat/fish and two veg man and banned rubbish like this from the house. I can still taste the greasy chips (fried in proper lard), the Fleur De Lys Chicken and Mushroom pie and small bottle of Coke (YUM). The place closed in the late seventies and Mom asked the owner for a momento of the place - the plastic lobster. Mom unfortunately passed away 3 years ago and when we cleared out the house I came accross the Lobster - wrapped in newspaper in a box in the attic! She'd kept it all those years, but what was more amazing is that she'd packed it and brought with her when they both retired here to Ireland. How's that for the past catching up with the future?
Tail end of a HST125 going through the station. Very much doubt the 125 ever came this way, but I love this Lima HST. I put a new brushless motor in the Power Car and it pulls seven Lima MK1 and dummy with ease (it doesn't half squeel when taking 2nd radius curves as the wheels try to grip) - it's just nice to see it run.