I live about 200 metres from the cambrian coast line, and as I was growing up I'd watch 37s racing by on lengthy passenger trains and heavy ballast trains.
I got older and my dad started taking me out on 37s from Crewe to Chester, and 33s/37s to Cardiff. I was well and truly hooked then. Spent most of my childhood travelling behind 37s and 47s and spent many a day at Newport watching 37s and 56s screaming by. Then everything got modernised, and I found myself watching all the traction I grew up to know and love, dissappearing, so turned to photography and chasing down the remaining heritage traction. Now I can't seem to part myself from my camera, and I'll be on railway bridges or up rock faces most weekends. Beer and Girls can wait, for now
