This was one of my trainspotting haunts from 1954 untill 1961. It was T.W. Wards. The chap next door worked there and used to bring home sections of wood about a foot long to chop into sticks, known as kindling nowadays. In those days there were 4 bays, now just the right side one is left. They had T. W. W. Ltd. on the gable ends. All I remember 'Tommy Wards' doing is cut up old wagons and as I finished trainspotting locos were cut up. I have a slide of Brittainia class, Earl Haig looking forlorn. There was always a small pond in the winter where we would punt on the curved end section of box vans. There was always a fire near the bottom of the footbridge and one day after I had a wellyfull when I fell off the punt I had the bright idea of putting my socks on a stick and holding them over the fire. They were not drying quick enough so I held them closer at which point large holes appeared. In summer if there was enough of us we would play football or cricket, stopping to jot down the numbers.