DMU's came quickly and comprehensively to the West Riding about 1960, so most recollections are of the bus seats, fiery heaters and fume filled atmosphere of first generation DMU's. At the time I assumed it was because the heating was done by feeding exhaust warmed air through the edges of the compartments and that the systems were poorly sealed. I know now that heating was from separate combustion heaters, so sitting in a station with a fuel oil burner running under the coach is an even better explanation. Hardly the sort of thing to get nostalgic about, or want any help reliving, although I assume that the experience can still be relived in coach A of any HST.
Nevertheless the daylight trip up the Aire Valley and then along the Calder Valley was full of interest, and during the day you could sit behind the drivers compartment and look through the front. When the return was in the dark it got a bit tedious for a ten year old. The little dot of light in Summit tunnel appearing and growing was also fascinating; I assume it would grow much faster today if you could see it. Much later the last time I sat in a DMU with a view through the front was in the eighties and seeing a hulking great class 37 hurtling towards us on the other line was distinctly worrying.
Steam travel was mainly limited to the Hull portion of London trains, ambling south at 40 mph across the marshlands behind a B1 4-6-0. Sooty seats are hardly something to get nostalgic about, but I suppose the general ambience was better than diesel fumes. And the slow travel experience, with steam rolling away across the flat landscape is a nostalgic memory, but even a Pacer gets you there much faster. The general ambling feeling could still be enjoyed on a sunny summer evening in the early seventies, chugging gently south on the east coast main line behind an English Electric Type 3 with the window lights open. A reminder that dieselisation was first of all about improving reliability and manning rather than speed, although I expect the speed had risen to about sixty.
B1's also featured on Bridlington excursions, with compartment coaches creating a special feeling, although having not just the compartment but most of train to ourselves does suggest that most people had already opted for the special feeling of driving there. Today we would probably worry about the risk of being alone in a compartment with a psychopath, and a 158 does get you there at ninety. The comfort of three across seating was something repeated briefly in the eighties, when our cramped four a side HST from the south had a good same platform connection at Doncaster with a train from Manchester using north-country mark ones; armchair luxury without the soot.
B1's were the classy end of local steam operations, handling some of the few remaining hauled trains. The rest were almost entirely WD 2-8-0's clanking endlessly towards Hull with fifty sixteen ton coal wagons. This now seems to have become woodchips going the other way, but I assume not from Hull, which puzzles me.
The journeys west produced a greater variety of steam, Mirfield shed usually displayed a variety of LMS and standard types, including Britannias. The change at Wakefield Kirkgate has left little in the way of specific memories, apart from draughts and the powerful bulk of A1 4-6-2 Sea Eagle at one end of the platform, waiting for what I know not, in a livery I recall as grime, a fairly common livery at the time. (The change of trains was used to purchase a different day return for the western part of the journey, an early split ticketing technique.)
The last few West Riding Jubilees were the elite end of steam, always, at least in my memory, clean and green.