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All change on the trains


TRAINS are interesting. If in doubt, visit a branch of WH Smith, where shelves are devoted to a plethora of periodicals on railways now and then. Steam engines are a prominent theme, although memories of the billowing smoke must be fading. The disparaging stereotype of the trainspotter, with anorak and notebook on a windswept platform, may have deterred others from displaying anything more than a passing interest in routes and rolling stock.

Recently, however, I found myself tentatively entering the realm of railway enthusiasm after an elderly neighbour died. A skip on his driveway was filled with books, videos and other memorabilia which his family obviously regarded as worthless. It seemed so disrespectful to him and the heritage he had helped to preserve. I rescued a few dozen books, which inspired a nostalgic journey. 

As a young child, I lived alongside the East Anglia main line at Chelmsford. Trains thundered past, hauled by those characteristic yellow-nosed locomotives, presumably Class 37s. To my infant senses, these enormous beasts of burden were a fearful sight and sound. We moved to the west of Scotland when I was six, to the town of Gourock. Here is the terminus of a line electrified in the 1960s (the last steam locomotive was withdrawn in 1966). Gourock station, adjoining the pier dispatching ferries to Dunoon and Firth of Clyde cruises by the paddle-steamer Waverley, had a canopy two hundred yards long, a refuge from the lashing rain.  

The neat Class 303s, built at Elderslie in 1959, remained in use when I became a regular commuter on starting college in Glasgow in 1982. These units sped alongside the M8 motorway at 75mph, and the service was fairly reliable. Two of the three carriages were for smokers, later reduced to a single carcinogenic capsule. Eventually British Rail colours were replaced by the garish orange of Strathclyde Passenger Transport, and smoking was banned.  

Glasgow Central was an exhibition of old and new, from the rickety diesel units serving the outer suburbs to the Advanced Passenger Train (APT). The latter was a great leap forward that landed with a fall: the sleek tilting liner in its red, white and black livery never progressed beyond its trial runs.  At Queen Street, the other principal Glasgow station (St Enoch was a building site for a shopping mall), belching old diesel locomotives began the long trip to Aberdeen.  

On moving south I settled in Carshalton, on the Surrey fringe of London. This was territory of Southern Railways, with the third rail rather than overhead power lines. For the rush hour, antiquated slam-door sets took the strain well into this century. Compared with the newer trains, these heavy coaches seemed to be less prone to the trouble of ‘leaves on the line’ which cripples the network in autumn. 

Today the trains are cleaner, air-conditioned and ecologically efficient. Yet they are colder to the psyche. The quietness of motion is marred by the relentless barrage of automated safety messages, including the wretched ‘see it, say it, sort it’. Commuting has been dehumanised, and soon all trains will be driverless. Ending on this note, I showed my parents the Docklands Light Railway when it opened in 1991. My mother, realising that she had left something on the train as the doors closed, ran to the front to get it to stop. Instead of a driver, she was shouting at a young mother who had taken her son for the view of a non-existent driver. That’s progress. 

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