Freight trains going to Wetherby goods station from up Harrogate way. As they approached the junction where the line to Wetherby passenger station turned to the right, they'd whistle, and if my elder sister and I heard the whistle we'd run across a field to a bridge which carried a lane over the freight line. We'd stand on the bridge, hoping it was a freight train that had whistled, and if it passed under the bridge we were on we'd sometimes be enveloped in smoke.
By the time we moved from Wetherby around July/August 1963, the whistle was rarely heard, and there'd been a row of wagons left standing on the line for some months, to the south-east of the bridge.