Lizzy’s forgotten feat: 400 miles at 70mph, 84 years ago!
MANY years ago when I was 13, Mr Percival, our English master, gave us each the task of writing a 1000 word essay about‘something exciting’for our homework. At the time, like many others, I was a keen locospotter, and could think of nothing more exciting than cycling down to Warrington’s Bank Quay station in the pouring rain, notebook in hand, to await the arrival of the next train!
Within a few minutes a very grimy ‘Princess Royal’ Pacific, No. 46211 – its tiny curved nameplate almost lost against the vast bulk of its boiler – came in from the north with a very long train and drew to a halt. Within seconds, an ear-splitting eruption of pure white steam was ejected from
