A GLIMPSE OF THE GAS WORKS

Andrew-Barclay 0-4-0T No.4 Poppy rumbles down Mindale Street before passing through the gates of Parpinton Gas Works. The glasses and bottles behind the bar of the Flying Fish Inn, along with the pans and tin baths in the window of Miggins & Son ironmongers, would be jangling with the vibrations. Old Ma Mossop in number 36 is bound to be cursing as the ducks on the wall go flying again.