The Welsh Highland Heritage Railway is the operating name for the railway and registered charity that operates from a base on the northern outskirts of Porthmadog, in north west Wales. Until February 2009, it was known as the Welsh Highland Railway (Porthmadog). The parent company name is Welsh Highland Railway Limited.
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“For every nineteenth-century middle-class family that protected its wife and child within the family circle, there was an Irish or a German girl scrubbing floors in that home, a Welsh boy mining coal to keep the home-baked goodies warm, a black girl doing the family laundry, a black mother and child picking cotton to be made into clothes for the family, and a Jewish or an Italian daughter in a sweatshop making “ladies” dresses or artificial flowers for the family to purchase.”
—Stephanie Coontz (20th century)
“If you would feel the full force of a tempest, take up your residence on the top of Mount Washington, or at the Highland Light, in Truro.”
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)
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—Angela Carter (1940–1992)