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Don’t you think that’s a really sweet name for a railway? Its full name is Mecklenburgische Bäderbahn Molli, which is a little more tricky for those of us who are not native German speakers. This charming little railway runs along a small section of the Baltic coast in northern Germany, between the towns of Bad Doberan, Heiligendamm and Kühlungsborn.
I last visited the Harzer Schmalspurbahnen (HSB) in the summer of 2014. It’s interesting to compare the photos I took back then with the ones in this post. In places like this, the landscape can change dramatically between the seasons and, as beautiful as it was in the summer, I always thought it would be magical at this time of year.
I recently found myself spending some time in a truly beautiful part of England. And my reason for being there meant that I got to know the area from a different perspective to the average tourist.
We always got a big hug from Nan as she greeted us at the doorstep in Barrows Road. She had five children, fifteen grandchildren and ample love for us all.
After the warm greeting, we climbed the concrete step that led directly from the roadside pavement into her house, a house which could have told me everything I ever wanted to know about my family history. If only I’d been old enough to listen and understand, to ask questions and take notes, to realise that time spent with your family is so precious…
When I first arrived as a volunteer at Bewdley Station, more than thirty years ago, I was immediately hooked. It was like nothing that I had ever experienced before – the camaraderie, sense of history, hard graft, team working and a feeling of being part of something that was very special.
I’m not really a railway enthusiast – at least that’s what I keep telling myself. But since leaving England almost 5 years ago, I have missed its heritage railways, and have struggled to find any here in Germany that compare with what England has to offer. But thanks to my wife, we eventually found one tucked away in the middle of the Harz mountains in northern Germany, and it was well worth the wait…