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and ‘Braemar’. I also have misty recollections of seeing ‘Flying Scotsman’ and ‘Clun Castle’ at Newcastle Central. Most of our visits to Newcastle involved watching the trains from the top of the Keep (I still love to go up there now) or from the edge of the old cattle market where the Centre for Life stands now.
‘Sir Nigel Gresley’ was also active in those days. I remember seeing her (or him?) at Thornaby open day, at NCB Philadephia, passing Haydon Bridge, and on another occasion at Lamesley at a much higher speed, chime whistle in full cry. Across the sidings of Tyne Yard at the time were dozens of almost-new Clayton Class 17 centre-cab diesels languishing out of use. Another regu- lar vantage point was the castellated walls of the park above Durham station where I remember seeing the big yellow Brush 4000hp prototype ‘Kestrel’. Prior to all of that, Dad, who had in- herited his love of railways from his Uncle Harry who was a sig-
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Uncle Harry, 3rd from left beside Howdon signal box in 1969