I was a 'Train Spotter' in the 60's, complete with the standard issue anorak! Would finish school in the afternoon and head down to my local station, with my Combined Volume in my hand, marking off the numbers of Western's, Warship's, Hymek's, Brush Type 4's, Blue Pullman's and Pressed Steel DMU's. I used to travel into London, on my own as an eight year old, (I lived in Slough), to go to King's Cross and St Pancras to see Deltic's and Peak's coming and going. The fascination for me was to see Train's heading off to destination's I never dreamed that I could visit. (London and Reading were the limits of my world).
As I got older, the travel bug got to me and by the age of thirteen I had travelled as far away as Wareham, Penzance and Aberystwyth all on my own. Even my Secondary School Geography Teacher was impressed with my travel exploits. He never questioned why I did it. It was just the fact that to him, I seemed to have a level of UK Geographical knowledge far in advance of the rest of fellow pupils, which he encourage.
Leaving school and starting work on the Railways, afforded me the chance to visit those parts of the UK, (the North East, North West, East Anglia and Scotland) that I had never been to before. That led me to, by 1980 to have travelled on every line that was then open to passenger traffic on British Rail at that time. By this time I was big into motorcycling and I had bought my first couple of 35mm SLR camera's. This led me to try my biggest challenge yet. To attempt to photograph every station which was served by a British Rail Passenger Timetabled Service.
The challenge wasn't as simple as it seems. Part of the challenge included that the station had to have a train passing through it or terminating at it, which meant the more remote lines would become a major test. Having a motorcycle helped greatly on lines like the Wick, Kyle, West Highland, Central Wales, Cambrian Coast and Cumbrian Coast Line. London and the South East line were fairly straightforward, as were the major Cities. The project started out with an open ended timeframe. Weekends were taken up with trips to motorcycle race meets which meant that I could visit more rural lines either on my way or the day before. I also worked on many Saturday's and by 1989 I was travelling to Dublin every fortnight, for the weekend. The Dublin trips during the summer meant that I could cover more stations in Wales and Scotland. (I used to travel to Ulster for their big Motorcycle Road Races), so myself and my Bike were regular travellers on the Holyhead Dun Laoghaire and Stranraer Larne ferry crossings during the summer. My annual TT trip allowed me to cover some of the lesser lines in the North West.
The open ended time frame disappeared when it became clear that the Railways were to be privatised on the 1st April 1994. This gave me a deadline to hit which meant that I needed to complete my challenge by the day before. On the 31st March 1994 I spent an evening at Taplow Station photographing trains. Why Taplow? It was the first place I ever went to as a Train Spotter in the 60's. It's where I wrote down my first number as a seven year old and it was the Station I collected the last Western I needed for my complete set and where I photographed the last run of the Westerns in February 1977. For me the Westerns were my favourite Locomotive of all. I have never seen them on Preservation Lines as I feel that they are wasted. I did though travel from my present home in Dublin to see two Western Railtours in North Wales. Once in February 2008 where I made a quick trip out and back on the HSS to photograph D1015 at Holyhead. (I was back in Dublin in time to watch Leinster play that evening). The second time in September 2009 I travelled across on Irish Ferries Ulysses with my bike chasing D1015 around North Wales.
All the above stemmed from my days 'Train Spotting' in the 60's. My greatest achievements were completing my British Rail Station Challenge, (I have continued since 1994 by photographing every new station that has opened on the Network), My spotting of every 'Class 52' member and travelling around every part of the UK on my Motorcycle, (plus being at every Leinster European Cup Final, but that's just from my days living in Dublin). The other great thing about those early days was being able to go to London on my own as an eight and nine year old, and being able to explore the Science Museum without anybody batting an eyelid about a young boy wondering about on his own. Happy Days.
