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younger brother who for some reason never got the railway bug, were also treated to impromptu roadside brew-ups and picnics that always happened to be next to a main line. A frequent loca- tion was Sessay, north of York; another was Yanwath near Penrith. To this day I can’t eat an egg and tomato sandwich without imag- ining I can hear a Deltic or AL5 electric hurtling past at full speed.
D9017 ‘THE DURHAM LIGHT INFANTRY’ near Beningborough, early 1970s (one of Dad’s photos)
In the hot (yes!) north-east summer of ’75, dad took us to Shil- don, not for the cavalcade, but for the earlier line up of gleam- ing locos assembled for the 150th anniversary of the Stockton & Darlington Railway. The photos he took on that day are most re- markable not for the gleaming array of engines but for the fash- ions on display, not least my orange vest with yellow piping, pur- ple flares and sandals topped off with national health glasses and a mop of long hair. Sadly I was unable to locate that image for this article.
In the even hotter summers of 1973 & 1976 dad had brilliantly planned holidays in Cornwall, the latter of which coincided with the last summer of the Western diesel-hydraulics. On one of these trips we ‘Motorail-ed’ (whatever happened to them?) from
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