The sound of a Deltic is so evocative of my youth. I remember my first encounter, '78 or '79. 'Hit me with your rhythm stick' was a popular tune of the day. I recall my brother and I trying to sing it as our Dad walked us through Finsbury Park to the viewing platform by the ECML, north of FP station. I would have been aged five or so. My little legs dangling over the wall, Dad with a gentle hold on me. Many 47's, peaks and the like, but then a mysterious, distant drone growing.. A sense of anticipation tempered with trepidation and.....
Kapow! A blast of the two tones as she tore past and I would never be the same. For years after I would badger him; 'Dad! Can we go and see the 'sad eyes' train?'
I went back recently. The little viewing platform had been torn down, and all of a sudden I felt old. I should have left it in the memory.
Still, a trip on Alycidon with the missus next month should see me wibbling like an idiot. I have informed her that it may 'get a bit dusty'.
Regards,
Bernie