Had a great email from Australia today!
I was born and raised  in a house on Poole Road Bournemouth  West station. By the time I was  five, in 1956, I had become an avid train spotter after discovering a perfect  hiding place beside the line only a hundred yards away from my house. I spent  most of my free time for the next ten years watching the most amazing array of  trains and locomotives. One minute it was a Merchant Navy leaving with the  Bournemouth Belle to London York Birkenhead , or else the Pines Express which  had so many different locos heading it. I shall never forget seeing ‘Evening  Star’ arriving with the Pines in the summer of  1962.
I was used to seeing  many old locomotives from the ex LSWR pulling local trains before they were  replaced by the standards in the early 1960s. Especially the M.7s on push pull  work for trains to Brockenhurst on the old road via Wimborne, but I was also  excited to see Nelsons and King Arthurs arriving regularly from London Bath 
But then add to all  this the regular arrivals from Bath Midland  locomotives, which were not seen anywhere else in  Hampshire. I was so used to seeing Fowler 7Fs I thought they were ‘ordinary’  engines, and the little 4Fs would come trundling in piloting larger Southern or  Midland engines, or else in earlier days I remember the 2P Fowler 4-4-0s were  common pilots. Then every once in a while a Black Five would arrive with the  northern trains.
By 1962, when I was 11,  most of the old engines had disappeared and were replaced by Standards, which  saddened me as I realised my favourites had been scrapped, but the only  consolation was the regular arrivals of the 9Fs from Bath Old  Road Somerset Dorset  trains diverted to Central, I was just waiting in  the bushes and didn’t see so many trains arrive anymore. I didn’t read about Dr.  Beeching, and no-one told me that steam engines would all be scrapped in another  few years.
One day in 1965, while  on holiday from my boarding school, I went down to the station and asked Mr.  Jones, the man who always made me buy a platform ticket, what had happened to  the trains. He told me the station was going to close soon, and the Bath 
I kept seeing regular  steam on the line to my boarding school in Dorchester  until the final runs in July 1967, the very  month I left school forever. By then I was depressed about the condition of the  Pacifics, devoid of name or numberplates, the closing of my station and lines  all over the country, and the advent of the diesel electrics which I saw as  featureless and rather uninspiring.
What a sad end to a  wonderful childhood memory seeing those magnificent steam machines mesmerising  me as they heaved, hissed and blew past. I only now realise what a fantastic  range of locomotives I got to see and feel so affected by. I’ve been in  Australia 
Thanks to all my  fellow train spotters for keeping it all alive, and good luck to the Somerset 
 

 
 
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