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|Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 10:35 am Post subject: Waverley Engines
|I wrote a little story about some engines who worked on a Railway line out of Waverley Staion in Edenbourah. (The line in question has, in fact, been closed since 1969, so I had to do reserch).
Cameronian and the Rail Tour
Cameronian was a green steam locomotive who lived at St Margaret’s sheds, nearly Waverley Station. He is, in fact, a ‘Rebuilt Royal Scot’! Cameronian is used on the Carlisle Steam Train every Saturday.
One day, his driver came to see him.
“Good Morning, Cameronian,” he said, happily, “We’re pulling the Hawick Express today!”
Cameronian was surprised. Merlin was usually trusted with the Hawick Express. Why him?
“Where’s Merlin?” he asked.
“Gone down to the Settle and Carlisle for a while,” the driver explained, “Now let’s get some steam up!”
Soon Cameronian had some steam up, and was ready to pull the train. He backed on top the shiny cream and red coaches at Waverley, the people got in, the Guard blew his whistle and they were off.
A little later, Cameronian reached Falahill Summit, and pulled into Heriot Station to catch his breath. There, he saw Alan, the class 156 Super Sprinter Diesel Multiple Unit. Alan was in a bad mood.
“Why do they run the stupid steam engines on OUR lines,” he moaned, “The manager is getting worse and worse every day!”
“Good Morning, Alan,” smiled Cameronian, leaving the Green, Blue and Yellow DMU to grumble and be unruly.
Later still, Cameronian reached Kilnknowe Junction, where the Peebles Loop Branch Line reached the main line. There, Sally, the replica F5 Tank Engine, met the train, her black paint shining in the sunshine.
“Good morning,” said the 13-year-old tank engine, “How’s life?”
“Not bad,” Cameronian replied, “And yourself?”
“Well, as usual,” Sally smiled, as she watched the passengers Cameronian had brought enter her non-corridor coaches.
Cameronian gave a whistle, then headed further south.
After crossing the England-Scotland border, Cameronian reached the bridge near Kingmoor. He could see the busy railway yard in the distance, as a goods train passed under, on the West Coast Main Line, as the line from Euston to Glasgow was called.
At last, Cameronian puffed into Carlisle Citadel and stopped. On another line, a Virgin Voyager looked at the old-fashioned locomotive and sniffed, before continuing on its way to Euston.
At the end of the day, when the sun dipped below the clouds, Cameronian backed happily into St Margaret’s sheds and went happily to sleep.
So, waht do you think?