There was a boy at Berridge who, being a bit of a tearaway, used to play chicken on the railway line near Bobbers Mill bridge. I remember him being caned in front of the whole junior school for risking his life in such a dangerous pastime. Some time later, I recall the headmaster telling us in assembly that the boy had continued his risky escapades, undeterred, and been killed by a freight train. I think the lad's name was Terry Hill. He was older than me but I've never forgotten it. That railway line was a magnet for little boys in those days.