Beezy Marsh: My great-grandad and the 10.27 express to disaster

IT WAS just past noon when the Newcastle steam train whistled its arrival at its final destination. As passengers buttoned their coats against the chill at Alnmouth station, a porter spotted a window pulled down on one of the third-class compartments and strode along the platform to close it.
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