I wish I had met him.
Saw City of Wells on the East Lancs Railway at Rammy a couple of weeks ago Outwood, and last August went from York to Scarborough behind Clan Line, they always remind me of holidays in the south of England and seem a bit out of place oop north, which they are really.
Just a bit of trivia about Oliver Bulleid, he went to the same school as me and Supersub, Accrington Grammar School. How it came about, given he was born in NZ and moved back to the family home in Wales after his dad died I've no idea, but nevertheless he did.
I wish I had met him.
I'll be going down to the bottom of the road tomorrow morning, 70000 Brittania is taking The Fellsman over the Settle-Carlisle leaving Clitheroe at 9.38. It's a good spot about a mile out of Clitheroe and they have to work hard lifting a heavy train up the gradient out of the station. It returns later in the day but you can never rely on the timing and they shut the steam off and coast down into Clitheroe anyway, so I don't bother hanging around waiting for that one.
My Dad worked on the Bury/Bacup line (relief signalman) for 30 years until that idiot Beeching shut it down.
We actually lived in the station house at Ewood Bridge for many years where my Mum was a porter.. The trains used to stop right over my bedroom window and I loved the smell and the noise.
On Saturdays there used to be trains every 15 minutes between Bury and Bacup and they were all full.
Small world 59, my first job when I left school was a clerk on BR, once I was trained up there were no permanent vacancies, so I was designated a relief clerk and my very first assignment was up to Cloughfold selling tickets to the good folk of the Valley. That was my very first day of real work after leaving school.
Just off to see Flying Scotsman coming through Clitheroe in ten minutes, it's coming through again on a second trip tonight at 8.50, but I'll be over in Burnley so I'll have to give that one a miss.
Cloughfold in the 60's?
The abiding memory was the stink of the gasholders.
And the River Irwell used to run a different colour each day depending on what the dye works up in Cowpe were up to. It was also used as a place to dump household and industrial rubbish.
Cloughfold in the 60's was a vision of hell.