Fond memories of Darnall shed. My dad took me on my first visit in 1959. It was the first time he took me anywhere unaccompanied by my mother so we took a trip round the shed rather than the park or anywhere else sensible.
He worked for British Railways and was based at Grimesthorpe at the time so it was reasonably legit, and over following years I took it that I had inherited free roaming rights. I have a photo to remember the day by, it's not of me but of a K2 on the scrapline.
I could see the pall of smoke hanging over the shed from my bedroom window in the early mornings so it was always lurking as a seductive presence whatever else I was doing. I spent a lot of time hanging around there and became a full-on railway enthusiast as a result. I started collecting numbers along with my mates and playing on the dead engines- J11's, N5's and K2s early on all the while being schooled by older lads on the why, wherefore, rules- written and unwritten of the trainspotting world. It wasn't a glamorous shed and all of it's loco's had the 'camel**** and sand' darnall livery but it would throw up regular surprises such as 60100 Spearmint one weekday in the early sixties. It stood out like a sore thumb on the eastern end of the shed all gleaming and clean. I don't know what it was doing there but a few days later it was in Doncaster Works yard looking very sorry for itself.
I enjoyed every minute even when breaking my arm falling off one of the retaining walls of Kettle Bridge and I always regarded Darnall as my 'home' shed after moving away and being near other more prestigious sheds.