I did a few months with Cobra Railfreight from Wakefield in the early nineties, mostly steel by then but still a lot of cases of wine (and shoes) from Italy to be handballed on to pallets. Not too strenuous, but there were a lot of them in a trainload of those bogie Cargowaggons. A sip or two of the wine might have helped, but any breakages had to be logged and accompanied by the remains of the bottle, so no joy there! One stand-out load was a trainload of rough Yak’s wool from Tibet, for processing somewhere in Bradford. The first wagon was easy enough, climb up and push the bales out to the waiting forklift, but the second was a stinker, literally. When the doors were slid back, the heat and the smell nearly took your breath away, and thousands of wriggling maggots about two inches long were falling out on to the floor. We called the public health to come and identify them before we started unloading, and his advice was to leave the doors open overnight, and the cold would kill them. He was right, but the stink was awful. Matted Yak crap is not nice on a warm day.