I did once visit the NRM, where to my amazement, saw a pile of bits, wheels and all manner of connecting rods. Amongst them, were two plaques that read "Flying Scotsman". Fast forward a decade maybe, and on a cold wet, winter morning in February, I think? I was stood at the gates of Riley's yard in Bury, Lancashire, around 9am, when this huge black steam train, like a smoke breathing monster, thundered past me, around 3, maybe 4 ft away. It beared the number 103, pushed by a diesel. Low and behold, I saw the brand new, fully refurbed, Flying Scotsman, get pushed out to the station, to start it's inaugural run for it's first ever trial, to pull passenger trains again. My new American Mrs with me, who never truly understood the importance of the event she was witnessing, was soaked to the skin. During trials, it was in war time black livery, now she's in her famous Green livery, that everyone remembers. The cold I suffered afterwards, was well worth the experience. I'll never forget that day and how the ground shook as she passed my feet. Came a long way, from the pile of bolts, when I first saw her.
27. February, 00:10