Locomotives of The London and North Western Railway

Locomotives of the London and North Western Railway. The London and North Western Railway (LNWR) Locomotive Department was headquartered at Crewe from 1862. The Crewe Works had been built in 1840-43 by the Grand Junction Railway.

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