Years ago in deapest darkess Sandy somebody dicovered slate, which came as a big shock to the locals who had quarried sand in Sandy for hundred of years, the slate found strangely looked alot like welsh slate and a small quarry was quickly built up.

Soon though Mat, the director of this new company, got fed up with shifting the stuff with a wheelbarrow and thought there must be a easier way.

So he paid out getting in a few slate wagons from the quarry in North Wales, he struggle at first pushing them aroung so he then bought some track, he then found to his amazement that they ran so much smoother.

After a while more wagons were bought and he started to struggle to push them so  a small lister loco was purchase and the line and quarry ticked away for many a year never really making a profit but paying Mat just enough to get by on.

Finally poor old Mat's body gave out on his 82nd Birthday, he was found by the locals slumped over one of his wagons.

What with no relatives coming forward and no one willing to take it over, the quarry and the small line sat unloved for many a year.

 

Twenty years had passed since poor Mat's passing, when a young lad "Peter" came unpons this small line and being somewhat of a train nut inquired as to its ownership.

He heard the tale of old Mat and seeing a opputunaty purchase the old quarry from the local council who had taken precession of the quarry on Mat's passing.

He took the decision that what Sandy really needed was a small narrow gauge line of its own and after purchasing a large quanity of track set about with family and friend to build the line that exist today.

Over the years stock was purchase wagons and coaches bought and the line with the new company "Sandy Bay Light Railway" was built.

Today the line run in hit or miss timetable as and when the Whim takes Peter, with what is now a large selection of stock different trains are run when the railway runs.

Future plans well a larger line is always his dream but local planning concent may prove differcount to gain but he lives in hope that if enough flowers are bought then maybe one day the woman planning officer may just bend to his whim.