I was thrilled to see the
Flying Scotsman when she came into Carlisle today. Being a railway child (the railway
line between Blackpool and Preston ran past the bottom of our garden), it was a
real trip down memory lane as I have a clear childhood memory of her racing by
on her way to Blackpool (and thanks to the interweb, I now know it was in October
1966!) Despite her being in black wartime
livery today, it was a wonderful and emotional moment to see, hear and smell
that beautiful, proud, steam engine as she rode the tracks again.
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