Jess...

the farm dog who used to meet the train that used to run on the old railway line, now a long distance footpath.
The farm too has now fallen into disrepair, no one has lived there forty years. It was on a remote moorland and the only access to the farm was by cart and horse. The train passed the gate and so packages ordered in the town would be delivered courtesy of the driver. He sounded the train horn  and Jess would run down to collect the parcel. 
Some walkers have reported seeing a ghost train on the line, but today I saw Grouse, Fieldfares and Pipits.