As we moved around the triangle, and then reversed back onto the train, 1 had a sensation of impending potential. Here was a machine, prepared to take on the task of repeating a process it had done countless times before in its nearly 80 years, with today's task having the additional feature of bringing enjoyment and pleasure to the passengers. Would it meet the challenge? 1 was sure it could, but not on its own; human guidance had to play a major part of it - no computers in this job!
It was while we were climbing up into the Pass that 1 felt just how much like a human a steam engine is. The repetitive noises of the wheels and rods, the panting of the compressor after having done some work, the chuffing of the exhaust, just as though it was breathing - fast and energetic when at speed, slow and laboured when working hard. The driving wheels in unison, like a person marching along swinging his arms. 1 guess this is part of the fascination which still attracts young and old alike. Even after a long haul (up to the Summit with a big load) it had to wait a while to get its breath back before continuing.
I half expected the ride to be something like that of a section car, but although not as smooth as in a carriage, 1 was pleasantly surprised as to Its evenness. The weird part occurs when you have one foot on the foot plate and the other on the tender. You don't feel in unison then! 1 could still feel the 1/2 up, 1 down sensation for at least half a day after the ride - a not unpleasant sensation 1 might add. After arriving at Woolshed Flat Doctor Geoff decreed that his charge needed some ''medicine" to improve its performance, so he arranged with Nurse Chris to administer a couple of shovels of sand into the firebox, just as he set the regulator to "open wide". Just like a child, T186 shuddered and shook, stamped its feet, made loud noises, and belched forth (black smoke this time), but then settled down to an improved performance.
On the return to Quorn, as 1 took in the finer points of a loco's operation, plus lungs full of delightful sweet spring air (the wind was brisk in the Pass and was almost pushing the smoke ahead of the train!) 1 realised you don't really drive a steam engine, you control it, and like all machines, when they are operated with a sense of feeling, as in this case, they really do the Job they were designed for.
Thanks Geoff and Chris, for an unforgettable experience. 1 now feel 1 can tell future passengers a much more realistic story of the P.R.R.