Folkestone Warren. Did I say that I had spent many, many hours down here! It was - and still is - undoubtedly a stunning location and I am sure that was part of the pleasure. You could go down to the sea, disappear into the woods and try out the rope swings and wander along the cliff paths. But there was also an almost perverse sense of determination not to miss that rare working along the line that wasn't another Victoria bound EMU. And the more hours you waited it out, the greater the expectation that that dark blob that had just entered the tunnel would pop out a mail or freight working with a precious loco on the front.
Plenty of time too to use my camera, as this selection should show.
24/12/86. To illustrate my dedication, it's Christmas Eve, i had just come off an all nighter to get here and I still made the time for a couple of hours down at 'the front'. This was my bridge, it's still there, still looks the same. It's the only crossing for at least a mile in either direction. At the right point on the bridge you could see right through the tunnel to the east and glimpse approaching trains a mile away from the west, before they disappeared into the gloom and cutting respectively. Also in the picture is a London bound EMU, i never did bother determine their type or class...
