Three young lads with nothing to do one day decided to take a stroll to our
favourite adventure playground, the local park. Myself. My younger brother
Thomas and a friend who was Josie Triumphy started our search for something
The local park offered loads of things to do. There were lots of trees and lots of
places to hide. There was swans on the lake and also lots of different birds. This
day we wanted something different to do. So we wandered to the boundary of the
park that consisted of a high wooden fence, faced with this the only way forward
was to climb the fence and see what was in store on the other side. Here we
found ourselves in a railway siding for coal wagons and one solitary horse box,
which caught our attention immediately and inviting us to take a closer look.
Approaching the carriage, we in turn hoist ourselves up by a hand rail, where
upon we found a brass handle, turning it - Hey Presto! The door opened. It
revealed a tiny compartment which, I should imagine, would house the trainer,
the horse and his two stable lads. Once inside my brother Thomas went round
and opened the other door and of course we were now all in this small area
which was only 7 feet by 3 feet. It couldn’t be any bigger because if we had a
horse in, it would have taken up almost all of the space. There was a small
opening in the middle of the horse box to provide observation, feeding and
watering of the horse.
After a while we deicide to play follow the leader by going out one door, going
round the side and back in the opposite door. This went on for a good while,
when for some reason we were all in the coach when both doors were closed.
That’s when we realised we had made a big mistake.
How do we get out?
There were no door handles on the inside of the coach.
What do we do now?
We could shout, but no one would hear us. We could bang on the windows, but
no one would see us. And when its time for tea and we’re not back home, our
mothers’ are going to be worried sick if we are not there…. What are we going to
The scenario is frightening. We are trapped and can’t get out. Then by sheer
exasperation, Josie pulls hard on the 3 inch wide leather belt that hangs from the
window and for some reason the door disappears inside the frame of the door –
Hallelujah! The door can now be opened by the handle on the outside of the
door! Relieved, we escape our captivity and vowed never to go to the railway
sidings ever again.