Even in 1864, the Drayton Junction was a line too far...
THE YEAR 1842, the time 8.45am – and the inhabitants of Wem High Street would have been awakened by the thunder of horses as the two morning stage coaches headed off on the Whitchurch Road – the Liver from the Castle Hotel and the Salopian from the White Horse. The dust clouds raised as they jockeyed for position on the dirt road must have choked those unfortunate passengers sitting on top. Three quarters of an hour later both coaches would have been leaving Whitchurch.