Thanks for the kind comments. I'll be out tonight trying to catch her on the return trip
forthbridge wrote: To stand near these huge engines in quite impressive. I'ts easy to see why so many people fell under their spell back in the days of steam
Even more so when your grandfather was an engine driver who took you down to the shed every time you visted. And even too you to work with him on a couple of occasions. Ah, happy days. Health & Safety at Work? What Health & Safety. Those were the days when people had common sense instead.
Evening Star, the last locomotive built for BR, was withdrawn after only 5 years service! Well worth the expense building her. Sadly that was not uncommon at the end of steam
If God had meant us to fly, he would have given us tickets.
Jusr seen it on the return trip, it must have gone through Clandon station at at least 50mph. I haven't a steam loco go so fast in many a year. It was great to see it in the distance with the glow of the firebox reflected in the exhaust plume.
If God had meant us to fly, he would have given us tickets.
cstorey wrote:Something none of us has mentioned is the smell - nothing really quite like it , and one of the most nostalgic scents there is
Very good point. After taking the pictures below of Clan Line, walking back across the field I caught the lovely smell, immediately transporting me back across the years
About 10 mins after the train had passed the sun came out and burnt all the mist away. Mist at 2:35 in the afternoon
If God had meant us to fly, he would have given us tickets.
VC10 wrote:
I remember playing (unsupervised)on 46229 when it was static exhibit at Butlin's Minehead.
Those were the days when kids weren't wrapped in cotton wool and Butlins had no fear of a compensation claim if anything untoward happened.
Hey - I remember one time playing in a Scrappies. I found an old fire engine, and had a grand time with the old metal rocker switches, steering wheel and gear stick. The fact the windows were smashed, glass everywhere, oily and muddy ground, and surrounded by stacks of cars didn't sem to worry anyone.
No idea what we were there to look for (something for a car no doubt)..
who took you down to the shed every time you visted. And even too you to work with him on a couple of occasions. Ah, happy days. Health & Safety at Work? What Health & Safety. Those were the days when people had common sense instead.
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