Memories of trainspotting days at Bigby Park (these days, the Davy Memorial Playing Field) came flooding back the other day during a walk down King's Avenue. The crossing gates were across, in readiness for the arrival of the freight train. Back in the mid-1960s we would suspend our games of cricket, or football, to dash up the bank, onto Bigby Road, and watch a B1 4-6-0, WD 2-8-0 or 9F 2-10-0 chuff by. If it was a diesel-hauled train there would be hoots of derision. I haven't spotted any young trainspotters since we got regular trains back through Brigg. But that's not to say there aren't any. However powerful, the modern Class 66 diesels do not have the same appeal as the motive power of the steam era.
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