ANDREW_D_WEBB
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First ever cab visit was in September 1984. The local secondary school organised a charter from Trowbridge to York for the day and sold seats to the local primary schools. Family booked en mass and we set off for York. On arrival my grandad took me to say ‘thank you’ to the driver and we were rewarded with a cab visit. Cannot remember what it was, but think it might have been a 37. Would love to find more details of the charter.
Few years later was at Longleat Safari Park when the driver of the narrow gauge railway noticed me taking more than a passing interest in the locos. Got chatting and promptly had a cab ride around the line, much to the amusement of my friends sat in the carriages.
When class 155s replaced Crompton and Mk1s on the Portsmouth- Bristol route in May 1988 my regular train to school was meant to be 4 car rake. First week was chaotic and the train was short formed one morning with subsequent overcrowding. At Avoncliff only the front door is opened (short platform), with the waiting commuters unable to board. The guard opened the door to the cab and asked some of us to move in. I didn’t need asking twice for a cab ride to Bath Spa!
More sobering was a cab ride over in Italy. In the cab of the second loco of a double header when a lady walked in front of the train. Emergency braking, both crew vacated in a hurry, leaving me alone in the cab before I was returned to the carriages with a reminder I had been in the train throughout the journey! Thankfully the lady was not too badly injured and I believe made a full recovery.
In an echo of history repeating itself, I took my nieces (then about 5) to the Moors Valley Country Park. Whilst there they spotted the train and wanted a ride. At the end I suggested they thank the driver, who promptly showed us round the shed.
Few years later was at Longleat Safari Park when the driver of the narrow gauge railway noticed me taking more than a passing interest in the locos. Got chatting and promptly had a cab ride around the line, much to the amusement of my friends sat in the carriages.
When class 155s replaced Crompton and Mk1s on the Portsmouth- Bristol route in May 1988 my regular train to school was meant to be 4 car rake. First week was chaotic and the train was short formed one morning with subsequent overcrowding. At Avoncliff only the front door is opened (short platform), with the waiting commuters unable to board. The guard opened the door to the cab and asked some of us to move in. I didn’t need asking twice for a cab ride to Bath Spa!
More sobering was a cab ride over in Italy. In the cab of the second loco of a double header when a lady walked in front of the train. Emergency braking, both crew vacated in a hurry, leaving me alone in the cab before I was returned to the carriages with a reminder I had been in the train throughout the journey! Thankfully the lady was not too badly injured and I believe made a full recovery.
In an echo of history repeating itself, I took my nieces (then about 5) to the Moors Valley Country Park. Whilst there they spotted the train and wanted a ride. At the end I suggested they thank the driver, who promptly showed us round the shed.