EPILOGUE

Dear Friends

Since my return to London, I have kept in regular contact with Sir Topham
Hatt
via letter, sent first class by the Royal Mail Express Train, direct to
Sodor.
It seems that Percy has settled down nicely as pilot of New Ffarqhar.
It took him only a week to settle and he now works harder then ever, keeping the goods yard in order and the locals occasionally stop by for a
chat.
When Toby is away, Percy is honoured to take care of Henrietta,
as she is still used to take the workman to the quarry.

Percy will always return to Ffarqhar sheds with a warm smile of
satisfaction. Of course, he still works the quarry, and occasionally the mainline, but
Thomas
has yet to think twice on have his good friend stand in for him in an
emergency.
Toby once said "It's like their twins! Running their own branch line
together!"

However, I do remember briefly, Thomas telling me of a pair of engines his
good manger had told him of. They were said to be the best example of a strong friendship. I wrote to Sir Topham Hatt asking who exactly this pair
was, but now I cannot understand why I did not see it earlier.
"Who are they?", you ask. Well, I'll leave that challenge up to you to
solve!

I was also fortunate to receive another letter, this time from my friend Barty, the manager of Kirkronan Dockyside Railway. Ivan returned safely, and his new brakes have proved highly useful. He also brought back with him
many tales to share. Our friends down at Kirkronan are now looking forward even more to meeting,
in person, the now legendary little saddle tank engine,
Percy the Branch Line Engine.

The Author