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Started for me at age10/11 when my spotter friends persuaded me to visit our small town station to cop the 9-20 pm train from Blackpool to Manchester.
As soon as I heard her coming up the incline I felt a bit of a tingle. As she accelerated on the straight prior to her run-through I could feel the excitement mounting and then she burst into view from behind the trees on the curve.
A few moments later accompanied by a piercing whistle she thundered through the station and that was it for me - I was hooked.
Her number - 45642. Her name - Boscawen.
Over fifty years ago but I remember it as though it was yesterday.
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