IN response to the article on 'watching the trains go by' by Mike Page in The Bugle (July 10 edition), I was greatly enthused by his recollections of 'train spotting' at Great Bridge Road playing fields, as I too often used to 'train spot' on the embankment, usually with the aid of Ian Allan's loco-spotters' books.
The period I am talking about is between 1962 to 1966.
I recall often watching the line from the bridge and when a train approached I would scamper back down to the line side as quickly as possible, not only to note the number but to see the magnificence of the steam engines in particular, although I used to enjoy watching the green multiple units (we called them ('yammies') and in particular the blue and white Pullman.
I have to confess that in order to get a real close- up we sometimes climbed on to what was known as 'the broken bridge'. From there you got a real sense of the power and smell of the locos. On occasions the drivers used to give us a wave.
Just as Mike Page wrote we too used to play football and/or cricket and very often when the trains went by the game was suspended for the brief time it took for the train to traverse the line parallel to the field. Ah, happy memories.
9 Miles Meadow Close,