Once upon a Victorian time the Sheffield Park Branch Railway chuffed for 17 miles through the Sussex countryside, wandering through woodland, farms and bright fields of flowers, bearing children to school, farmers to market and housewives to the shops of Lewes and East Grinstead.
The "Bluebell and Primrose," as its passengers fondly called it, was just the kind of road that progress passes by. London was only 50 miles to the northwest, but no factory chimneys thrust their way above the quiet countryside to give the railway a new excuse for existence. Soon a few forlorn trains, carrying in all...
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