Whistle. Steam train 43924 pulling into Haworth station.
Nostalgia.
For me steam trains as a child. A day at the coast and a visit to Aunty Flo, this
was in the late 1950s.
The sounds, doors shutting with a thud, the guards whistle, then the joy of hearing
the loud whistle of the train as it passed under the bridge that my brother and I
stood on. ( That was at Bognor Regis station which is on the south coast. ) It
was even better when our faces got covered in steam and smoke. However, mum was
not so pleased when we got back to aunty Flo’s house, we were told to go and get
washed, apparently we were some what dirty.
Gas lampposts complete with mantle.
Steams up, now the preparations before the train can pull out of the station.
Photos on this page are from Yorkshire and are of restored trains. The hours that
must be spent on polishing them I think every volunteer must have a polish cloth
in one hand and a duster in the other, they do look splendid.
THE JUBILEE BAR.
It’s a cold day and I wouldn’t say no to a hot brew and a toasted teacake.
Three steam trains in a line 43924, 78019 and Nunlow 1704 pulling The Jubilee Bar.
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