Busaholic
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I think the 50th anniversary of this dreadful accident should be mentioned. 49 people lost their lives that misty night, and many more suffered injuries. A packed Hastings to Charing Cross train of 12 carriages was derailed (apart from the first carriage) with four landing on their sides. Perhaps surprisingly. there were a great many standing passengers at 9 p.m. on a Sunday, but in those days many people gathered in Trafalgar Square on Fireworks Night, even though there was no official fireworks display. I was myself on the way to meet a friend at Charing Cross station that night, travelling from my home in Bromley, intending to go from Bromley North with a change at Grove Park, but I somehow missed the train at BN by a minute and instead reached Grove Park by bus, but the connecting train had gone too, of course. Sitting on the platform, annoyed with myself, and having twenty minutes to wait, I recollect a fast train going through that seemed packed. Suffice to say that was almost certainly the train that crashed, and, in any case, without knowing exactly what had happened, the few of us on the platform were politely told that there'd be no trains tonight and could we please leave the station? It was quite evident from the commotion, the bells ringing urgently everywhere and the distressed manner of the staff (more of them there than you might imagine now) that something catastrophic had occurred just down the line so, being young, stupid and curious, I set off down the road and, within a few minutes, came across the scene of carnage, which had happened by the St Mildred's Road bridge on the South Circular Road. Compared with what would happen today, there was almost no noise other than from the crash sight. Ambulances/fire engines etc only had bells, not sirens, and in the prevailing gloom even their sound was muffled anyway. No roads got cordoned off, although I believe buses were diverted virtually straightaway. I felt helpless, but I decided I could be of some slight assistance when I saw that ambulances leaving the scene were in danger of colliding with others arriving, plus traffic going across St Mildred's Road from the side roads, so I became a pointsman for the duration (two hours, maybe, in all) and, standing in the middle of the road, did my bit.
You'll understand, perhaps, why I've not celebrated November 5th since then, and why I shed a tear or two when I think back.
You'll understand, perhaps, why I've not celebrated November 5th since then, and why I shed a tear or two when I think back.