BREAKING NEWS Train smashes into tractor on level crossing leaving six people hurt
A train has collided with a tractor on a level crossing, leaving multiple people injured.
Emergency services including ambulances and the air ambulance were scrambled to the scene near Leominster, Herefordshire, shortly after 10:45am.
At least six people have been hurt in the incident at Nordan Farm on board the Manchester to Cardiff service.
Fortunately the train was not derailed. The condition of the tractor driver is unknown.
Rail services between Hereford and Craven Arms have been suspended after the 8:30 train from Manchester Piccadilly struck the vehicle on the crossing between Ludlow and Leominster.
National Rail has said all lines are blocked in the area and services between Hereford and Craven Arms are expected to be cancelled or altered until at least 7pm.
West Mercia Police, British Transport Police, West Midlands Ambulance Service, the Air Ambulance and Hereford & Worcester Fire and Rescue Service have all attended the incident.
Fire engines from seven different stations rushed to the scene.
A spokesperson for Hereford & Worcester Fire and Rescue Service said: 'Hereford & Worcester Fire and Rescue Service crews from Hereford, Malvern, Redditch, Wyre Forest, Leintwardine, Tenbury Wells and Leominster Fire Stations were called at 10:52 on 22 May to an incident with a train, consisting of five carriages and carrying 66 people in collision with an agricultural trailer unit near Orleton.
'Six people have been handed over to the care of the ambulance service (log 1314) with minor injuries.
'Police are also in attendance, as are Network Rail.
'There is no fire and the train was not derailed but there will be some disruption to the line.'
A spokesperson for National Rail said: 'A train hitting an obstruction on the line between Hereford and Craven Arms means that all lines are blocked.'
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