RE the Dudley Dodger story in The Bugle (March 6 edition).
As a family we moved to Windmill End in 1956/7 where we lived almost next to the rail bridge. Sometimes the wagons had a hard time getting round the bend and up the slight slope. As you can imagine the noise kept us awake at night until we got used to it. I was working in Great Bridge at this time so to get to work I started to use the Dodger to get to Dudley as Windmill End seemed to be at the back of beyond. After a time I became friendly with the guards and the drivers would sometimes sound the whistle to make sure I was on time.
Of course being young I would sometimes be late and the guard would shout out encouragement as I hurried up the steep incline to the platform. Eventually I started to work for B.S.R. so I didn't need the Dodger any more but your story bought back some good memories. Thank you.
Pam Clift (nee Willetts),