Location _Kidderminster Town, Severn Valley Railway. I had nipped up to Kidderminster to do a little shopping, and was heading back by rail to Bewdley. The Guard was a friend of mine, so I was with her in the van. As we left Kidder, a message goes out that there are still people in the booking hall. The Guard gently put the setter in and stopped the train. The passenger runs through the Booking hall, and leaps on through the last door, and we set off once more. Suddenly, there is a yell for us to stop. Again, in goes the brake. The same passenger gets off and walks away very briskly. As we roll down towards Bewdley, the ticket inspector wonders up to explain the problem. Apparently, the gentleman was, wisely, told to get his ticket on the train, and it was only when he asked for a return to Birmingham Snow Hill did anyone realize that he was on the wrong railway! You'd think the steam engine would be a clue wouldn't you?