Race to the bottom - Swanage Railway, Ball clay Mine, & Corfe Castle

7 July 2026

Millbank B&B We are on the second floor.  It is very warm, the overnight low above 20C.  The windows are open.  Around dawn civil war breaks out in the gull community.  There is a lot of shouting, followed by a lot more shouting.  Eventually the church clock over the road strikes 5, and I go back to sleep for a little while. At Millbrook, breakfast is ordered by underlining items on a laminated menu and putting it in a box the night before.  I singularly failed at this, missing a tomato today, and toast on the last day.   Today we are travelling on the Swanage Railway, the plan is to travel to Nordon, the furthest stop on the line. From there visit the clay mining museum, then travel one stop back to Corfe Castle, look around the castle, and finally return on the train to Swanage. The plan was executed flawlessly.

The Engine 34072 looks capable of so much more than chugging up and down a short heritage railway. I wanted to see it on a main line, where it can really 'let rip' and properly show its power. We barely saw any smoke at all.

Here's a little of what the website says about it.  Here is the Wiki Entry for the class

Ball Clay has been taken from mines in the area for thousands of years.  It is a very useful clay for certain types of ceramics - particularly porcelain and insulators.  The picture shows the railway down which the clay was taken to be shipped to its destination.  The tunnel was moved and re-built here specifically for the museum.  Going down the walkway required care.  Ball Clay mining continues in the area, but now open cast mining is used to get the clay from the ground.  The guy protecting the entrance was past mid-talk when we arrived, so we caught a little of what he was saying, but missed much more.  His colleague who we met at the end was on his first day, and making too much of an effort to engage people.  He seemed a little awkward, but I'm sure he'll get it soon enough.

We caught the next train to Corfe Castle. (Also the name of the town.) The Greyhound Pub had been recommended by the guy asking for donations at the entrance to the museum, it proved a good place to eat.  The service was fast, and the food was good.  The castle is an imposing ruin.  Captured by treachery during the civil war, it was destroyed by the parliamentary sappers, who knew just where to put the charges to do the most damage.   The castle had been precariously mounted on top of the hill in the time of King John and the weight of it had caused the hill to deform, requiring a re-work of the building plans to prevent the walls from breaking.  I had a brief chat with the workers who were removing plant life from the crevices and re-filling with mortar.  The intention being to protect the monument from the ravages of the coming winter.  Then there was the long, slow, walk down the hill.

A view of Corfe Castle, from Corfe Castle.

The model village, built in the 1960s, it has the castle modelled in all its original glory.  The modelling is impressive and well imagined, compare what you see there, with views from the castle. We also visited the church, which is quite large for the size of the town.

Sorry about the shaky start, here is the 34072 entering Corfe Castle Station in reverse.

A very good day out in the heat.  We returned to the B&B via the co-op, where we bought salad and fruit.  So, dinner was in our room, quite late in the evening as we tried to cool down before bed.