Bygone News - Bob en Train Spotting <div class="content clear-block"> <p><span class='wysiwyg_imageupload image imgupl_floating_right imgupl_styles_spacing_20_black_border\n\rBlack Border'><a href="" rel="lightbox[wysiwyg_imageupload_inline]" title=""><img src="" alt="" title="" class="imagecache wysiwyg_imageupload imgupl_styles_spacing_20_black_border\n\rBlack Border imagecache imagecache-medium" style="" width="230" height="165" /></a> <span class='image_meta'></span></span>The white-painted gates at the level crossing bisecting Gray Street, Broughty Ferry clattered shut, trembled for a moment then settled down to await the arrival of the next express from Edinburgh to Aberdeen. So did I. It was 1946 and I was eight years old. Easily remembered since eight is my favourite number. I was a compulsive watcher of trains.<span class="read-more"><a href="/reminiscences/train-spotting"><strong>&nbsp;Read more......</strong></a></span></p> </div> Gray Street 1940's Hobbies Railways / Trains Work / Working Life Bob Broughty Ferry Thu, 03 Mar 2011 11:35:13 +0000 lynne.davidson 588 at