Transferring under the old Rule 3 preference system meant somewhere new to rest your head! A wash? A Bath and totally different steam loco’s! My old Z banker had eight drive wheel’s! But its dark and I ponder this new sheds inhabitants of Western, Standard and Midland stuff! I’m not very old! On my tod! Its dark, When I look, Then straighten my arms to lean back for my canvas shoulder bag to hang away from me! I seem to be climbing aboard a monster! There’s no mention in the transfer papers of sharing a bedroom with four other’s? (At The GW Rail Hostel i have been sent to)? Nor the locomotive issue! ”How many wheels has this damn thing got I think? It seems like two engines welded together? And its tender to boot! I continue my climb to gaze about the footplate! To suss my new home! Some things you often reflect back on! That distant memory? What have I got myself into? Don’t spose its any different to others experiences? Not memory, Just the start of something new! The Beatles cut their first record and its still years yet till Armstrong steps onto the moon! ”One small step”, Doh! (Memory is born of ones past but unforgettable event)!