The Class 76's, or 26000'ers as we used to call them, were my favourite class of all time. I loved 'em! Used to go to Penistone to watch them trundle their way across the Pennines. Happy days. Just me, the call of the moorland birds, a flask of soup and some cheese sandwiches, and a seemingly endless procession of 26000'ers on coal and goods. I'm getting all misty eyed now!
