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When the writer L.T.C. Rolt discovered the Talyllyn Railway on a rain-lashed day in the summer of 1943, it seemed as if he’d arrived too late. Together with his wife Angela, Rolt had planned to ride into the mountains from its terminus at Tywyn on Cardigan Bay. Instead, he found the tiny Wharf Station deserted and a smudged sign reading “No Train Today”.
Undaunted, the Rolts set off on foot up the seven-mile line (you could still do that sort of thing in 1943). They passed the engine shed, where tallow candles flickered and hammering could be heard as railway staff tried to render their last, ancient locomotive fit for service. The couple hiked on (in Rolt’s words) “away up the grass-grown track, which with high hedges on either hand, was more like a country lane than a railway”. Finally, far up the valley side, they reached the last station. Rusting rails vanished into the undergrowth towards a slate quarry that was long defunct, and had never made much money anyway.
Five years later, Rolt flicked through the Labour government’s plans for rail nationalisation and discovered that the Talyllyn Railway had been overlooked. Its owner, Tywyn’s octogenarian former MP, Sir Haydn Jones, was a Victorian paternalist of the old school, and he carried on regardless — funding the losses out of his own pocket until his death in 1950 at the age of 87. His decrepit, oddly beautiful railway looked certain to die with him.
Unless? Railways were now run by an all-powerful state. There was little that private individuals could do. Still, Rolt and a couple of friends called a public meeting in Birmingham on 11 October 1950. Rolt and friends proposed a new and unprecedented way forward: railway-loving volunteers would keep the Talyllyn Railway open by working for free.
Officials scoffed, but enthusiasts like the Rev. Wilbert Awdry saw the plan as “every boy’s dream — and most men’s”. Rolt became general manager, and on 14 May 1951 he waved away the first volunteer-run public train on a “preserved” railway, anywhere in the world.
Within a decade, enthusiasts had reopened the nearby Ffestiniog Railway, and in Sussex, campaigners and steam fans took over the Bluebell Line, near Lewes, after BR marked it for closure. The unthinkable had happened. Ordinary Britons had stood up to post-war officialdom, and proved it wrong.
Today, more than 170 railways in the UK have followed the Talyllyn’s example and, according to the Heritage Railway Association, they generate an annual economic value of £600 million.
Heritage railways now operate across Europe, the Americas, Australasia and Japan, attracting visitors and sustaining local economies. Each owes its existence to the train that creaked out of Wharf Station that Whitsun morning in 1951. Rolt and his band had unwittingly launched a global movement.
Still, the early years were precarious. The Talyllyn track was held together by weeds and the sole operational locomotive, Dolgoch, was dying on its wheels. Sceptics and bureaucrats circled, determined to pounce on the smallest mishap, and end this dangerous experiment of a railway outside of state control.
As a writer, Rolt was well equipped to tell the tale, and his book Railway Adventure has become a classic. It’s clear from its pages that the Talyllyn and its people meant infinitely more to Rolt than an excuse to play trains. He opens with an epigraph from Siegfried Sassoon, and a sweeping pass over the landscape and history of mid-Wales. The cry of a bird above a moorland quarry, or the way the changing seasons surge up the valley, are described as lovingly and evocatively as the maddening quirks of Dolgoch, the engine that Rolt and his comrades nicknamed the “Old Lady”.
So as the 75th anniversary celebrations get under way, it’s worth exploring the rest of Rolt’s legacy — as writer and thinker, as well as conservation pioneer.
Lionel Thomas Caswall Rolt (Tom to friends) was born in Chester in 1910, and his autobiography (published after his death in 1974 as The Landscape Trilogy) tells how he served an apprenticeship with the locomotive builders Kerr, Stuart & Co in Stoke-on-Trent, until they collapsed suddenly in the Great Depression.
The experience left him with a profound respect for the engineers and manual craftsmen whose skills seemed so disposable in the brave new 20th century. To Rolt, they were the true heirs to medieval master-artisans, and railways and canals were the last great technological advances to enhance, rather than blight, the countryside.
In 1934 Rolt helped to set up the Vintage Sports Car Club, and in 1939 he set out to explore the English canal network on his converted fly-boat Cressy — eccentric behaviour in an era when the canals were still primarily used for freight.
“It seemed to me to fulfil in the fullest sense the meaning of travel as opposed to a mere blind hurrying from place to place,” he wrote in his chronicle of the voyage, Narrow Boat.
“I felt certain that there could be no better way of approaching what is left to us of that older England of tradition which is fast disappearing.”
Published in 1944, Narrow Boat became a surprise bestseller at the precise moment when nationalisation signed the death warrant of the canals as a way of life. It led — with Rolt’s vigorous involvement — to the setting up of the Inland Waterways Association.
Everyone who enjoys Britain’s steam railways, vintage car rallies or canals (either as leisure boater or towpath stroller) owes a debt to Rolt. He expounded his philosophy in a manifesto, High Horse Riderless (1947), but his personal creed sings throughout his writing. In his marvellously eerie collection of ghost stories, Sleep No More (1948), canal tunnels and lead mines prove as deep a source of mystery as any ruined abbey or country house. His groundbreaking biographies of Brunel (1957) and the Stephensons (1960) reclaimed Victorian engineers as national heroes.
His efforts sent cultural ripples in unexpected directions. The Rev. Awdry became an enthusiastic (if scatterbrained) volunteer on the Talyllyn Railway. He brought the line into the lives of millions of children when he recreated it as the “Skarloey Railway” in his Railway Series books, with a cameo for Rolt as the “Thin Controller”. The Ealing Studios screenwriter T.E.B. “Tibby” Clarke visited Tywyn in the late summer of 1951, sensing comic potential in a story of plucky amateurs rescuing their local railway. Rolt showed him around, and at least one real-life Talyllyn incident (when volunteers hastily refilled Dolgoch’s boiler with buckets from a nearby stream) made it into Clarke’s next film — that most British of feelgood classics, The Titfield Thunderbolt.
John Betjeman, an early fan of Narrow Boat, came to Tywyn too, and was enchanted by what he found. The Talyllyn Railway inspired Betjeman’s later campaigns to save the Euston Arch and St Pancras Station, but as early as 1953 Betjeman contributed a foreword to Railway Adventure. He denounced the “dead hand” of the nationalising state, praising instead “the independent spirit which still survives in this country, and refuses to be crushed by the money-worshippers, centralisers and unimaginative theorists who are doing their best to kill it”.
We know from his writing that Rolt agreed. Politically, he was equally suspicious of state socialism and robber-baron capitalism, though he knew from experience that the modernising left posed the more urgent threat to the world he loved. By nature, he was a bohemian, and Rolt’s fellow waterway campaigners included the novelist Elizabeth Jane Howard and the conservation pioneer Robert Aickman. Human creativity, for Rolt, was the only meaningful yardstick of progress.
On one level, Rolt died a disappointed man when he passed away aged 64 in 1974. He had aspired to save the canals for working boatmen, not holiday cruisers, and hoped the Talyllyn Railway could provide public transport. He was acutely aware of the criticisms levelled at preservationists’ efforts.
As our digitally-homogenised culture spirals towards AI oblivion, his answers seem prescient. “It is, of course, arguable that when economic or social change threatens any institution with extinction it should be left to die because attempts to save it, however well-intentioned, are but nostalgic kicking against the pricks of change and can only succeed in embalming a corpse from which the spirit has flown,” he conceded at the end of Railway Adventure.
“But we are moving rapidly towards a new dark age where evils of unprecedented power threaten the whole world. And when the house is afire the instinct to save something of value from the blaze is too strong to be denied.” For Rolt, painted boats and country railways represented “human dignity and individual liberty”, and the Talyllyn Railway was “one of the very few lanes that has not been made straight or bulldozed off the map”.
But Rolt was no Luddite. His creed was continuity, change on a human scale. If you go to Tywyn during this, its 75th year as a labour of love, you’ll find an altogether smarter, safer and more efficient Talyllyn Railway. There will be crowds of visitors and volunteers from all over the world, and alongside the “Old Lady”, there are even new-builds. The Railway’s locomotive No.7 entered service in 1991. They named it Tom Rolt.
But as it steams up the valley along the same leafy track that Talyllyn trains have followed — at their ambling, hopelessly uneconomical pace — for 161 years, one thing is still very evident. Rolt’s spirit prevails; in fact it’s never seemed more vital. The Talyllyn Railway has still not been made straight.
