East anglia portfolio

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Photographic recollections from Peter Kerslake from his time spent working in East Anglia between August 1954 and December 1955.

This is one of my favourite images from my time in East Anglia, recorded at the attractive London end of Ipswich station on an evening visit, probably during mid-1955. The tunnel mouth opened right into Ipswich station’s platforms and provided a splendid backdrop for photographic efforts. Stratford depot’s BR Standard ‘7MT’ Pacific No 70034 Thomas Hardy drifts into the station and prepares for a brief stop on a Liverpool Street to Norwich express, whilst Thompson ‘B1’ class 4-6-0 No 61051 from Norwich shed is ready to leave on an up working. However, its fireman is aloft on the tender, probably after taking water from the platform located water column, or perhaps he has just been bringing some coal forward, but he’s spotted that they have got a clear signal so clearly he needs to get back down to his footplate pretty smartly! The taller of the two signals is for the through road in the up direction but I am unsure whether this road (seen between the engines) was also used as a ‘down through’ as well. The white board on the banking is for sighting, helping the drivers of approaching trains to read those signals against the background of the bank behind. Also note the loose coupled and unfitted wagons on the left. Peter Kerslake

In attempting to portray some of the better efforts from my enforced period spent in East Anglia from August 1954 to December 1955 I have set out the circumstances by which I was fortunate enough to capture on film just a few scenes from those days when steam reigned supreme on Eastern metals, as I think we tend to overlook that every picture in today’s journals has been secured by the efforts of the cameraman concerned, and with a story to be told, often dating many years previously.

My leaving school in Plymouth in 1954 heralded the start of a 37 year long career in the courts service, but immediately took me far from my familiar West Country lineside haunts, as I was told at short notice to report for duty at Cambridge County Court, where I served from August to December 1954, not something which I had expected or welcomed aged just 18 years of age. In those days, as a single male clerical officer I was expected to serve as and where my departmental superiors decreed, but Cambridge proved to be a delightful centre for any railway enthusiast, with a variety of locomotives working on the King’s Lynn, Liverpool Street and King�