I was a firman in the early sixties based at Saltley, the Gloucester run was a regular for us. On one of my first trips we had a large number of empty coal wagons and we stopped at the top of the Licky Imcline before the decent to allow the guard to fasten down some of the wagon brakes. About half way down we seemed to be going very fast, I was being thrown about and thinking this driver is in a big hurry, then he shouted 'PUT THE TENDER BRAKE ON', I started to wind it, but not fast enough, he pushed me out the way and wound it like crazy shouting at me 'WE'RE RUNNING AWAY ', the brake was now on but it made no difference, we we're still going very fast.
As we got close to the station at the bottom I could see the main line signal was on stop and the points were set to send us down the goods line to the left. We hit the point at one hell of a speed throwing the engine first to the left then the right, I don't know how we stayed on the track but we did and I lived to tell the tale.
We eventually came to a stop way past the station and the guard who was a coloured guy at top, was now white as a ghost.
He had not fixed enough brakes down, either by mistake or idleness, the driver had a nice quiet word with him, well sort of.
On the return trip to Brum the banking engine that would push us was called Big Berther, it would chase after us and you could feel the push.
When diesels started to be used they were so powerful often Big B couldn't catch us.