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Looking very forlorn in the main shed of Madrid's Railway
Museum, this loco - and I'm sorry I don't have a record of
what it is - seemed to be much ignored by the crowd (who
anyway were mostly there for the live jazz/dance concert
that was going on in the Museum grounds).
I got my Rite of Passage with steam locomotives very late
in life when I filmed a British team rescuing ten Finnish
locomotives from near the Arctic Circle that were
otherwise going to be scrapped. They were all coupled up
and towed by diesels to Helsinki to board a ship for
Felixstowe, but on the way we stopped to collect a few
more at another railway yard called Haapamaki, a sort of
forgotten siding with a museum attached. And there, on a
plinth, was a huge Finnish 'Risto' locomotive that had been
cut in half lengthways. And there it was that I finally understood how a steam
locomotive worked. Having recently got inside, with my camera, the smoke box and the
fire box of one of our rescued engines for the sake of the film, I could now piece together
the rest of the process. I've had a huge respect for these noisy, filthy, smelly, oily,
glorious engineering wonders ever since.
Looking very forlorn in the main shed of Madrid's Railway Museum, this loco - and I'm sorry
I don't have a record of what it is - seemed to be much ignored by the crowd (who anyway
were mostly there for the live jazz/dance concert that was going on in the Museum
grounds).
I got my Rite of Passage with steam locomotives very late in life when I filmed a British
team rescuing ten Finnish locomotives from near the Arctic Circle that were otherwise going
to be scrapped. They were all coupled up and towed by diesels to Helsinki to board a ship
for Felixstowe, but on the way we stopped to collect a few more at another railway yard
called Haapamaki, a sort of forgotten siding with a museum attached. And there, on a
plinth, was a huge Finnish 'Risto' locomotive that had been cut in half lengthways. And there
it was that I finally understood how a steam locomotive worked. Having recently got inside,
with my camera, the smoke box and the fire box of one of our rescued engines for the sake
of the film, I could now piece together the rest of the process. I've had a huge respect for
these noisy, filthy, smelly, oily, glorious engineering wonders ever since.
Looking very forlorn in the main shed of Madrid's Railway
Museum, this loco - and I'm sorry I don't have a record of
what it is - seemed to be much ignored by the crowd (who
anyway were mostly there for the live jazz/dance concert
that was going on in the Museum grounds).
I got my Rite of Passage with steam locomotives very late
in life when I filmed a British team rescuing ten Finnish
locomotives from near the Arctic Circle that were
otherwise going to be scrapped. They were all coupled up
and towed by diesels to Helsinki to board a ship for
Felixstowe, but on the way we stopped to collect a few
more at another railway yard called Haapamaki, a sort of
forgotten siding with a museum attached. And there, on a
plinth, was a huge Finnish 'Risto' locomotive that had been
cut in half lengthways. And there it was that I finally understood how a steam
locomotive worked. Having recently got inside, with my camera, the smoke box and the
fire box of one of our rescued engines for the sake of the film, I could now piece together
the rest of the process. I've had a huge respect for these noisy, filthy, smelly, oily,
glorious engineering wonders ever since.

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Looking very forlorn in the main shed of Madrid's Railway Museum, this loco - and I'm sorry I don't have a record of what it is - seemed to be much ignored by the crowd (who anyway were mostly there for the live jazz/dance concert that was going on in the Museum grounds).

I got my Rite of Passage with steam locomotives very late in life when I filmed a British team rescuing ten Finnish locomotives from near the Arctic Circle that were otherwise going to be scrapped. They were all coupled up and towed by diesels to Helsinki to board a ship for Felixstowe, but on the way we stopped to collect a few more at another railway yard called Haapamaki, a sort of forgotten siding with a museum attached.  And there, on a plinth, was a huge Finnish 'Risto' locomotive that had been cut in half lengthways. And there it was that I finally understood how a steam locomotive worked. Having recently got inside, with my camera, the smoke box and the fire box of one of our rescued engines for the sake of the film, I could now piece together the rest of the process. I've had a huge respect for these noisy, filthy, smelly, oily, glorious engineering wonders ever since.      
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