A Magical Time

A Memory of Mountain Ash.

My name is Peter Weeks and I lived on Llanwoanno Road. Every Sunday I would cross this bridge with my elder brother Kenneth, on our way to the Baptist Chapel. This was the time of steam trains. We could hear the trains comming a long time befor they reached the bridge. When we heard the train we used to run to where the train ran underneath, lean over the edge of the bridge, and get lost in the white smoke and steam from the train as it trundled along bellow, a time when it seemed like a differant world full of amazing things with these magical machine monsters.