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Barry_the_Rescue_Engine
Barry_the_Rescue_Engine
Barry_the_Rescue_Engine
Summary
To all the Amazing People who have made this series possible,
I can't believe I've made it to 42 books. It feels almost insane - I started this series way back
in 2021 with 'Mavis the Vociferous Engine', and now I'm here. It's absolutely incredible how
much support you all give me, and how much I have changed as a writer since the start. And
to Alan Palgut, who guessed that I was writing this book way back when I was writing
'Dockside Diesel Salty Again', well - I guess I did get around to it after all! As a celebration
of this milestone, I think it’s about time I tackled the ‘big one’ - Barry, the Rescue Engine.
Barry is a British Railway Standard 2MT rescued from Barry scrapyard in Wales. He recently
came to Sodor to finally get the overhaul and new lease on life he’s sorely wished for, but it
didn’t come without its complications…
A most grateful Author.
Notes
Please do not put this story into an AI for any reason or copy it elsewhere without my
permission. Thank you.
The Unseen Delivery
Chapter Summary
Bowler witnessed Douglas bringing a delivery to the works, but the Caledonian blew a
smokescreen up to obscure it. Just what was he collecting?
Chapter Notes
Once again, a huge thank you to everyone who has supported me - 42 ERS books is
such a milestone for me, and I am so happy to still be going strong.
Bowler watched quietly as Douglas hauled yet another rescued engine into the workshops,
wondering quietly just what that meant for the future. Douglas didn’t let the dark green diesel
see his cargo very well, obscuring their features with a smoke screen - and Bowler didn’t
push it.
***
It was quite the journey. The heritage railway was deep in the Midlands, not too far from the
Welsh border. It took the entire day to make it, and even then night was steadily falling when
Douglas steamed over the junction and onto their metals.
“We made it,” called Douglas, braking to a gentle halt outside the rebuilt sheds. A pair of
volunteers hurried out to meet them.
“Hello!” one grinned. “Thank you for agreeing to come all this way. Our engine is… skittish
around diesels.” Douglas raised an eyebrow.
He himself had once been very wary of diesels, though he’d learnt to overcome this during
his time on Sodor. He wondered just why this engine was still so skittish - surely they’d spent
plenty of time with preserved diesels by now?
On a well-wagon in a siding out of the way sat an engine. A steam engine, almost completely
rusted through and with fearful eyes.
“Och mah…” Sir Stephen looked sick. Douglas wasn’t looking much better.
“We’ll take him,” said Sir Stephen resolutely. “But… um, where’s his tender?” The volunteer
sighed, looking very unhappy.
“A British Rail diesel took it in the night. He’ll need a new one.”
“That won’t be too difficult,” Sir Stephen promised. They very carefully loaded the engine up
onto a flatbed, and Douglas ran round the train to start the long journey back to the Island of
Sodor.
They didn’t. The railway’s sheds near the mainline were filled to capacity with the various
pieces of rolling stock that they owned, the three other engines stabled at this end of the line
taking up what little space the coaches didn’t.
“I’m really sorry,” sighed the foreman. “You’ll have to continue onwards.” The Fat
Controller nodded, and stepped down from the support coach. He gazed up at the clouds, then
at the engine on the flatbed, then at Douglas.
“Do you have any spare tarps?” asked Sir Stephen. One of the volunteers nodded, and a few
minutes later Sir Stephen had three tarps. One was bright yellow, one was an army
camoflague and one was navy blue.
“Thank you,” grinned Sir Stephen. He strode over to Douglas.
“If we tarp you up, do you think you can get us home tonight?”
“Ah will huv a go mah best, sirr,” promised Douglas. Sir Stephen and the men worked fast,
securing two of the tarps over the rescue engine, and then adding the third tarp to Douglas’
tender over the coal. Douglas’ usual cab tarp was strung up just as the first heavy droplets
began to fall.
Douglas set off slowly, wheels gripping the rails and pulling the unusual train forwards. The
rain grew heavier as night fell. Douglas’ lamps barely illuminated the line in front of him, but
he struggled on. Electric engines filled with passengers rushing to get home before the worst
of the rain hit flew by, but Douglas ignored them. He’d been refilled with coal and water, and
his crew had left his water filler cap open with the tarp feeding into it. Hopefully, a little extra
water would drip in.
The night wore on, and Douglas continued to struggle against the heavy rain. With every
wheelturn, he got closer and closer to Sodor, and just as dawn broke, splitting apart the grey
rain clouds, he rumbled across the Vicarstown bridge. Almost no one else was awake, and
Douglas had a smooth run to the works.
As he went to park the rescue engine, he spotted Bowler approaching. Thinking quickly, he
let off steam, hiding everything in a great white cloud. Bowler rumbled away, just as Sir
Stephen stepped down, looking a little disgruntled.
Sir Stephen nodded, but secretly, he was slightly worried. He’d heard of steam engines that
resented the diesels, and it sounded like it could cause a lot of problems. He just hoped it
wasn’t an issue with this engine.
I'll see you all for the next one tomorrow! I'm putting these out a day earlier than I
normally would because I'm going on holiday to Thailand on Monday and I wanted to
put this out before I left.
Barry
Chapter Summary
Sir Stephen discovers something about the engine he's agreed to restore, and Molly talks
to an engine that needs her help.
Chapter Notes
The response to the first chapter was certainly overwhelming! Thank you all so much
for your comments, and your best wishes for my holiday! I'm very excited myself!
The rescue engine spent a long time in the works. He needed to be completely rebuilt, and it
was not an easy task.
“How are you feeling today?” asked Sir Stephen, striding into the works to see the rescue
engine staring blankly at the workshop wall.
“Better… sir,” came the stilted reply. Sir Stephen frowned, and walked around in front of the
rescue engine.
“And then Gordon – oh, hello foreman. Do you have news for me?”
“Yes sir. We’re ready for a boiler test.”
“Wonderful!” grinned Sir Stephen. “Hear that? You’re almost out of here - won’t that be
nice?” The rescue engine managed a weak smile.
“You need to speak to the counsellor,” Sir Stephen said bluntly. “Hopefully, they can help
you. I also think you should talk to Andrew or Molly. They also spent years in a cold, damp
siding, so they might empathise with you.” The rescue engine managed a small smile, and the
men got to work with their first boiler test.
The next morning, Molly steamed into the workshops. The Fat Controller had asked her if
she could talk to someone there - and the moment she arrived it was clear who: the engine
sitting on the flatbed with a new set of wheels in front of him.
“That just isn’t right!” she declared. Sir Stephen stepped out of his office, and walked over to
them.
“Sir!” called Molly. “Sir! Did you know that the managers on the Other Railway were
stopping engines from having names?”
“I do, yes,” sighed Sir Stephen. “They didn’t like the fact it messed up their spreadsheets.”
“Pencil pushers,” grunted 78018. “They didn’t care about us. They sent us to Barry, where we
waited in cold, damp sidings. I was one of the lucky ones - there were dozens of others who
didn’t make it out. I… is it true all your engines have names, sir?”
“Of course!” grinned the Fat Controller. “All my engines are family to me, and they all ought
to have names too. A name makes you belong. It’s important, and it’s honourable.”
Molly's grown quite a bit from the shy engine she once was, to be able to call out to her
controller and demand explanations, hasn't she?
And now the engine finally has a name. And I did a post on why names are important on
my Tumblr: WeirdowithAQuill. You should go check it out.
Barry & Derek
Chapter Summary
Barry has a lot of built-up aggression against diesels, and Derek notices.
Chapter Notes
Barry was almost ready to finally leave the works. It had taken several years to fully restore
him, but he was finally nearing completion, and he was very excited. He’d passed all his
steaming tests, and finally the works had completed a new tender for him, which gleamed
with new paint.
Barry had chosen to have the logo of his new heritage railway emblazoned on his tender, and
Sir Stephen had been surprisingly obliging, even when Barry’s owners kicked up a fuss about
‘accuracy’.
“No engine should be made to wear a paint job they do not like,” Sir Stephen muttered
furiously under his breath, slamming the phone onto its receiver. Barry agreed whole-
heartedly.
So Barry was feeling better than he had in months. There was just one problem: the diesel.
The supplies for the works were brought in by a weird-looking diesel with two long hoods
stretching out from his cab. The diesel would arrive, dropping off truckloads of equipment,
materials and other things, and then happily chat to the workers while waiting for his path to
clear. Worse yet, he kept trying to talk to Barry.
“Why does he do deliveries?” asked Barry one day, watching as the diesel rumbled away.
“Cause it’s his job…” the foreman replied, a little confused. Barry huffed. They didn’t
understand. Of course it was his job - but he was stealing that job from a steam engine, or he
was scouting the works for something to steal - like him. That’s how the diesels on the Other
Railway did it. They would seem all virtuous, offering to look after the sick steam engines in
the works, all run down after years of misuse… and then they would strike, snatching away
tenders or old parts or worse yet new parts, condemning that engine to the scrapyards.
It was a day like any other, and Barry had just returned from his final shakedown run. He’d
gone with Molly, who’d been a great engine to talk to. She’d also had to live with the rust and
the damp and the pain like he had; she understood the moments where he stared off into the
distance and said nothing.
As the two sat in the yards cooling down, the diesel imposter rumbled in with his usual
delivery.
“It’s you,” sneered Barry, glaring down his nose at the diesel. “How wonderful.”
In the workshops, Barry seethed with rage. Diesels sickened him, for all of the horrible things
they had put him through, for everything they had done.
“Some diesels laughed at me too,” he hummed, startling Barry into silence. “Do you know
my class, Barry? You have to… right?”
“No,” sniffed Barry. “Why?”
“I’m a Paxman, and we were the worst diesels ever built for British Rail. Worse than the
Metrovicks!” Derek took a moment to let that sink in.
“So?”
“I had a working life of six years. I was withdrawn, and I was placed in the scrap siding. I
stayed there for three years, and then they decided to run tests on me. Originally, they wanted
to turn me into a battery-powered engine - but then that didn’t work, so they just constantly
ran tests. Day after day. My class were all failures, and we were left to rust. I was rescued by
Sir Charles and for that I will always be grateful.”
Derek quietly rumbled out while the steam engine was distracted, and prepared to take
Molly’s next goods train.
***
It was a quieter and less hostile Barry that met Derek the next morning, when the diesel
arrived to drop off his usual supplies to the works.
“I… was doing some thinking - about what you said…” Barry began.
“Oh?”
“And… and I asked the foreman. And he said it was true, and he showed me… pictures.
I’m… sorry, Derek. I didn’t know.”
“It’s alright,” hummed Derek. “Though you should really consider yourself lucky. All the
diesels from when we were put in those sidings are there now. All the big diesels from when I
was young are going now, and people aren’t as interested in saving them as they were in
saving steam engines.” Barry was silent for a long minute.
“Oh,” he eventually said. It was all Derek needed to hear. While it had been a bit
confrontational to bulldoze into all of Barry’s pent up anger like he had, he knew it had been
necessary. The truth was painful.
But back in the works, Barry was getting some bad news, which shook him to his core even
harder than the truth that Derek had shown him.
I wonder what kind of bad news our plucky hero Barry has gotten? Tune in tomorrow to
find out!
Fundraiser
Chapter Summary
Barry's future is left uncertain as the heritage railway is bankrupted. How will he save
his home?
Chapter Notes
Anonymous_boxcar and BenRG got it right! The line is bankrupt - I hinted at it when I
said the line was struggling, and now it's come to pass. What will Barry do?
“Bankrupt?” spluttered Molly, looking stunned. “How does a heritage line go bankrupt?”
“When they mismanage finances and vandals attack one of the stations,” replied Sir Stephen
grimly.
“Mingin' wee welps, vandalising a heritage line,” snarled Douglas.
“Unpleasant wee wretches!” exclaimed Donald.
“It’s not right,” agreed Derek.
Barry just stared at the Fat Controller in silent horror. His heritage line had gone bankrupt.
Donald noticed how pale the rescued engine had gotten.
He was right. The heritage line only had one month to repay their bills or they would have to
close down. Suddenly, Barry’s home was in danger, and the poor engine just didn’t know
what to do.
“They saved me,” Barry said quietly to his friends that night. “They saved me… and now
they’re going to close down…”
“It’s just wrong,” huffed Molly. “Heritage railways are extremely important places for us, and
they have a lot of historical significance. Something must be done!” But no one knew what.
The next morning, Barry met Neil in the shunting yards. Barry was helping out on the Fat
Controller’s railway for a couple weeks so they could check he was fully ready for work on
the heritage railway, and he was helping out on passenger and freight trains.
Barry smiled.
“Do you think you could help me fundraise?” he asked. Neil grinned.
“Of course, but we’ll need to speak to the Fat Controller.”
***
Sir Stephen Hatt stared at the letter in his hands, wondering just what he could do. The
heritage railway had been struggling for a while, he knew this. It was why he’d agreed to
rebuild Barry for them. But it was worse than he’d thought - the chances of them making
back that amount of money in time for rent was near impossible, and he just couldn’t think of
a good solution. If he personally stepped in, he would be buying a failing heritage railway on
the border of Wales with very little chance of being anything but a money pit. If he just
bought all the engines and rollingstock, then he’d have to rebuild them all up to NWR
standards, and that also would put a dangerous drain on the finances.
The stationmaster sighed as he watched Sir Stephen hurry out the door.
“That man needs a proper secretary,” he grumbled.
Sir Stephen made his way to the shunting yards, where Neil, Barry and Donald were waiting
for him.
“Sirr, Neill hud a stoatin idea!” Donald exclaimed.
“Oh? What is it?”
“Well sir…” and Neil explained his idea to hold a fundraiser.
“It won’t solve the problem forever,” hummed Sir Stephen. “But it will certainly help. Let’s
do it.”
***
It took some time to plan the fundraising event. Sir Stephen and Bridget Hatt worked with the
vicar to get his large orchard ready for the event, and a special wooden platform was built on
the siding for the vicarage.
Stalls were erected in the orchard, and Trevor was steamed up to give rides to the children.
Huge posters were hung up all over the island, proclaiming the first “Heritage Fundraiser”,
which was to raise money to mend the vicarage roof and help keep Barry’s heritage railway
open.
“Do you think we’ll make enough money?” worried Barry. Derek chuckled.
“You don’t know what weekend the fundraiser’s on, do you?” he asked. Barry didn’t, and
when he asked, Derek just smirked knowingly.
Barry was chosen to run special trains to the fete, alongside Molly and Derek. As the day
arrived, the railway got out their special vintage carriages, which gleamed with varnished
wood and plush velvet seating. Barry was amazed!
Barry was still secretly worried about the fundraiser, even if Neil and the fancy coaches had
managed to distract him.
But he needn’t have worried. When he arrived at the Big Station, it was packed . There were
passengers everywhere!
“Who are all these people?” hissed Barry to Derek.
“They’re the tourists!” laughed Derek. “They come from all over the world to see Sodor and
us engines, because of the books and the TV series. And they love special events - we often
sell package deals with local hotels and businesses. This is the second weekend of the
summer too, so they’ve all just arrived.”
“Wow…” Barry was amazed. He’d never seen this many people in a single place before - and
hundreds of them were crowding into his train. The guard blew his whistle, and Barry heaved
the train into motion.
The fundraiser was a massive success. The tourists loved getting to visit the vicarage and
Trevor, and they loved the special vintage trains even more. Barry was ecstatic.
“Thank you all so much!” he said to his friends, after the last train had returned to the station.
“You’ve helped save my home.” The others beamed.
“It was our pleasure to help,” grinned Derek. “And when you go home, remember us, okay?”
“I will!” grinned Barry. “And I hope I get to come back one day!”
“We’d love to have you back,” said Molly.
“Aye!” chorused the twins. "Ye'r fàilte ony time!"
And as he strode away, Sir Stephen couldn’t help but smile. Helping restore engines for
heritage railways really did have its benefits. He wondered if anyone else needed the North
Western Railway’s help…
At 1264 odd words, this is the longest ERS story I've done since 'James the Branchline
Engine'. This has been 42 books worth of ERS content, and while it will be away for a
little while (I'm off to Thailand tomorrow!) I will return with more stories all too soon.
Thank you all so much for reading!
Post Production: since writing this, it has come to light that Barry was meant to be a
2MT Tank engine, not a tender engine. Yes, I am aware - and tearing my hair out cause I
was ONE MONTH out. Oh the pain, the pain of it all XD
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