my childhood fantasy.
my dads foundry was next to the shed, right by the wall were a row of locos. i would get on board one and we would go off on a excursion to the sea side,first filling it up with water and coal,then off to collect the passengers at the station, watching the country side as we sped by. the fireman loading more coal in to the firebox and me working the controls we was really moving allong now, smoke blowing out the chimney and the steam preasure was high. at this rate we will soon be there .there were some people standing by the track so i blew the whistle and they waved as we passed them then a voice shouted come on pete it time to go home now.it was dad standing by the wall... we never got to the sea side after all that day. . for a few months the locos were there. then one day a diesel come and took some away.and the next day till they all had gone.it upset me it was so sad to see such great beasts that served us proud for years dragged away for scrap.