Aplogies; of course you are not a fudger (west country term for cribber I suspect?).
Gateman sounds very polite compared to those I encountered..........
I well remember the same feelings especially once when wandering around Bristol St Phillip's Marsh (twin roundhouse, huge yards, didn't get thrown out and Stockport Edgley about three in the morning in 1966 I think - spooky but wonderful; didn't get thrown out) but I wasn't very brave unlike some in stories I have heard/read (some of which I am sure are pure fantasy and written by cribbers/fudgers).
Went to Shirebrook in diesel days (train from Wellingboro' to Sheffield Mid. Proper Bog(really farty exhaust) to Worksop, bike to SB, ooohhhh 56s, bike to Chesterfield, HST to WB) about 76/7 ish and got invited into office for pot of tea - proper northern hospitality (and the BT Police didn't arrive whilst I was supping). Outside the office were a pair of what I now realise were 'flowerpot' chimneys with primroses looking lovely. My lad still has the bike!!!!! I don't have one of the chimneys!
ATB for Crimbo matey.
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