Thanks for the replies everyone.
All or most of us on here will have had a long time interest in the railways when to be honest that interest began when the railways were probably more interesting than they are now. As times have changed enthusiasts will have still found aspects of the railway to keep their interest.
My thoughts are that is the railway interesting enough nowadays to attract new enthusiasts?
Just "speaking for myself" -- reckon self perhaps rather weird re these matters; people in general "will do what they will do", and are endlessly varied. Re me and the thread's heading; I'm not sure. Was born in 1948; my earlier childhood was in a country town, meeting-point of three secondary rail routes (lines going off in six directions -- only two of same, now active in any way), and everything running thereon was steam-worked. With things being thus, I fell in love from infancy, with what was then the rail scene. For me, it very largely -- not a greatly long way down the line, time-wise -- went to hell in a handbasket, with the end of BR regular-daily-service steam, and of the majority of branch-and-lesser lines: my interest in the modern rail scene (home and abroad) has for the past half-century-odd, been minimal. If I'd been born, say, fifteen or more years later than I actually was: suspect that I could likely never have got "turned on to" railways.
Not certain, though. Got (with kind parental approval / assistance / encouragement) hooked on rail-related books, from an early age. Have always been disposed to be fascinated by; and to love, and wish to have known; railway stuff learned of second-hand, which I could (date of birth / where I could have been, when) never have been able to experience first-hand -- have always done a lot of my "gricing" in my head, rather than in tangible reality. Very many people aren't like this -- they have to have had direct personal acquaintance with it, to get to love it. Am not striking a "superior" attitude here; just -- as above -- people differ from each other. For instance -- from what I've read / heard / seen per photographs / film, I've been fascinated and enraptured lifelong, by the British Isles' public narrow-gauge lines; notwithstanding -- again as above -- "born too late / in wrong place" ever to have had first-hand acquaintance with any of them in everyday-public-service pre-preservation form. Maybe, even if born a decade or two after I actually was; love might have come about, from second-hand reading / viewing re what had once been.