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Tired and unemotional
Hmm. They didn't quite nail it, did they?Here's a Japanese streamlining attempt, which apparantly predates the A4s.
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Hmm. They didn't quite nail it, did they?Here's a Japanese streamlining attempt, which apparantly predates the A4s.
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Here's a Japanese streamlining attempt, which apparantly predates the A4s.
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Oh, and the first arrival of Tornado at King's Cross, in February 09:
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Bit of a u75 day out, that.
I knew some of these shots would come up eventually. Freezing cold - (the sheer feel of "respect" as she rolled into that train-shed was memorable) -plus we had a modest drink later on !
I imagine that it all becomes a bit routine after a while?What must it have felt like to step down from the footplate of an engine like one of those onto the platform of a station like Kings Cross when you’ve brought in a heavy train exactly on time ?
I imagine that it all becomes a bit routine after a while?
Also, I think many enginemen had a real pride in their work - and teaching the "tricks of the trade" to passed cleaners & firemen with the will and ability to progress up the links.For some it must have done, but reading enginemen's memoirs you do get the impression that others gained a real sense of achievement from getting the best out of a steam engine.
Yeah, the romance of steam was built on some pretty bloody hard labour.Also, I think many enginemen had a real pride in their work - and teaching the "tricks of the trade" to passed cleaners & firemen with the will and ability to progress up the links.
Especially so when the loco was not in the best of condition or the coal was particularly poor quality.
The fireman would be shovelling several tons into the firebox as well as all the other duties ...
Yeah, the romance of steam was built on some pretty bloody hard labour.
And you tell the kids of today...
You've touched on another point that had occurred to me - what was the reaction of steam engine drivers to the clinical by comparison experience of driving electrics and diesels? I imagine that it must have been an unbelievable contrast...and I guess at least a few ex-steam types must have ended up driving HST, which would have been even more of a culture shock...Back in 1979 , when I started , we had a superb old boy Essex born training officer - who started as a fireman out at Southend Victoria but as he was young and keen (plus they needed more staff urgently in inner London) - this being about 1945 he got sent to Kings Cross loco and brutally put on a Leeds working.
A run down A3 - filthy - tender of finest Yorkshire dross , an uncaring driver who barely spoke to him , he did not know the route - it was dark and there were about 15 packed coaches behind him. He had one cheese sandwich.
He barely looked up from his labours apart from being shouted at by the driver approaching Peterborough - and they stalled on the Nene river bridge for lack of steam and the drag on the brakes - so they got dragged into the station by something else and he refused to go any further. He was virtually physically sick.
So they were going to sack him there and then for insubordination , but realised that would have been counter productive. He got back to Southend pretty quickly and eventually moved onto management.
He would be the first to tell you about the "non glory" of steam. He loved the electrics when they came along.
One of my Watford drivers as a young 18 year old took 9 hours to get to Northampton on some urgently needed coal empties in the winter of 1947 and even longer coming back with a more urgently needed train of power station coal. Still - he made his 50 years of service. A harsh training in a harsh world. .
You've touched on another point that had occurred to me - what was the reaction of steam engine drivers to the clinical by comparison experience of driving electrics and diesels? I imagine that it must have been an unbelievable contrast...and I guess at least a few ex-steam types must have ended up driving HST, which would have been even more of a culture shock...
I've been following the run-down of the HSTs rather more closely than is acceptable in conventional society.
Same here, and frankly there's a real sense of loss now they're (largely) gone. Some of my earliest memories of train travel involve going on the 'InterCity 125,' of which my father always made a bit of a thing. He used to have to put his hands over my ears when one pulled away because I was frightened by the scream from the turbochargers. Subsequently, I've lived mainly around the East Coast Main Line and travelled a lot between London and the West Country, so the HST has always just been there, and it's always got me to where I want to go. I was sad enough back in 2010/11 to go and stand by the droplight of a Grand Central one as it pulled out of King's Cross to listen to that Valenta sound one last time, and as their replacement loomed larger I made a point of travelling on them on the East Coast Main Line, just to enjoy them while I still could. Last time I went down to Norfolk it was genuinely sad to see the lines of redundant HSTs at Ely awaiting their call to the scrapyard. On the way back north I got chatting with a member of buffet car staff who was a bit of an enthusiast and had recently worked the farewell railtour. She looked around rather sadly at the little cubby hole that passes for a buffet on the IET, pointed out a few fitting that had already broken and bits of interior trim already starting to look tatty, and predicted that the IETs won't be doing such good service in four decades' time as the HSTs were doing right up to withdrawal.
Yes and we've simultaneously lost the droplight window just about everywhere now - another thing that's always just been there as part of rail journeys. I had plans to do a few last trips in that regard this summer too - east anglia for example - but covid put stop to that.
Ironically enough we got shot of all our trains with the potential for maximal fresh air ventilation in the exact same year that it might have been rather beneficial...
Same here, and frankly there's a real sense of loss now they're (largely) gone. Some of my earliest memories of train travel involve going on the 'InterCity 125,' of which my father always made a bit of a thing. He used to have to put his hands over my ears when one pulled away because I was frightened by the scream from the turbochargers. Subsequently, I've lived mainly around the East Coast Main Line and travelled a lot between London and the West Country, so the HST has always just been there, and it's always got me to where I want to go. I was sad enough back in 2010/11 to go and stand by the droplight of a Grand Central one as it pulled out of King's Cross to listen to that Valenta sound one last time, and as their replacement loomed larger I made a point of travelling on them on the East Coast Main Line, just to enjoy them while I still could. Last time I went down to Norfolk it was genuinely sad to see the lines of redundant HSTs at Ely awaiting their call to the scrapyard. On the way back north I got chatting with a member of buffet car staff who was a bit of an enthusiast and had recently worked the farewell railtour. She looked around rather sadly at the little cubby hole that passes for a buffet on the IET, pointed out a few fitting that had already broken and bits of interior trim already starting to look tatty, and predicted that the IETs won't be doing such good service in four decades' time as the HSTs were doing right up to withdrawal.