Sadly, as a cash-strapped 12 year-old back in the Fifties, cameras were something that other people owned, and so all the hours spent watching 'Scots', 'Patriots' and 'Britannias' passing by on express trains, were by consequence recorded in pencil only.
The only two pictures I have of this period are of Class A3 Pacifics taken with a Coronet 44, but neither are very good.
However a bit of tweaking in Adobe Photoshop has produced a passable image of Class A3 Pacific 60088 Book Law accelerating the 2 o'clock (local time) northbound 'Waverly' through the drizzle.
The locomotive is about to pass beneath Hirst Lane road bridge which leads down to the locks and swing bridge IN AND OUT OF TRAINS by Terry Sykes It all began for me during the 1950s when I was just 12 years-old.
This is where things began to get serious, for having exhausted the 'cop' rate in our local area, the only way of filling the gaps in our Ian Allan ABCs was by travelling further afield, and so marathon trips were planned to distant BR Regions to track down those stubborn 'bs' of engines we needed before they too ended up on the scrap heap.
Just look at this early morning line up of locomotives in the yard at Kings Cross MPD! The designer Sir Nigel Gresley was a serious bird enthusiast, and this was reflected in his choice of locomotive names.
First we have 60018 Sparrowhawk, then the doyen of the class 60014 Silver link sporting the 'Flying Scotsman' headboard, and finally 60025 Falcon with the 'Elizabethan'.
Robert Parr took this impressive photograph and every one of the group was given a print at the next railway club meeting.
(Above) This group photo was taken of the Bingley Secondary School Railway Club trip to York in 1960.
In short, the hobby became a miniaturised encyclopaedia with established traditions, conventions and boundaries, and yet in spite of all the disorder around us - the modernisation programme, the madness of the Beeching cuts - the one thing we learned most about life's ups and downs is that nothing lasts forever; indeed I have only the greatest respect for BR's beleaguered 'railway family' of workers who bore the brunt of change the most; all were the most genial and hospitable people I ever had the pleasure to meet…