mikedon wrote:My experience, as a committed 'spotter' between 1957-1961 was entirely different to yours. Haymarket was so easy it was ridiculous..I was NEVER stopped there, even after going round the entire shed. In fact, during one summer when two D11s (Malcolm Graeme and Lady Of The Lake) were stored out-of-use beside the shed, some of us used the cab of one of them as an unofficial clubhouse. Dalry Road had a keen 'gaffer' who'd throw you out pronto, but we used to access the shed via Coffin Lane..by the time we got within sight of his office we would be on our way out anyway.
Maggies was the worst. At least the main shed was. The gaffers didn't mind spotters who stayed on the Clockmill Road side where all the shunting locos hung out around their odd open-air "roundhouse", but woe betide any caught on the other side of the tracks (perfectly understandable IMO, that crossing was a potential death-trap)
mikedon ~ your timescale as a "committed spotter" ('57 - '61) pretty much coincides with mine! Who knows . . . we may have bumped into each other a few times?
As for Haymarket, I think I already mentioned that on one occasion we were "instructed" that we would have to report to the shed master before entering the shed complex. That 'arrangement' never really happened and we just continued to roam at will throughout the shed without disturbance. "Cabbing" locos, both in steam and laying cold, was also fairly commonplace.
Our entry to Dalry Road was normally up Coffin Lane into Dundee Street and through the gate and down the steps ~ at least my memory "thinks" the gate was on Dundee Street . . . but it may have been close to the top of the lane? --- can you clarify this? Also, I don't recall being harrassed very much there, although, as the shed was quite small our visits there weren't very long.
Our visits to St Margaret's were a little more troublesome, although we still managed a decent rate of successful 'bunkings'. Crossing that main line was certainly "exciting" and yet we still seemed to enjoy a decent rate of successful crossings without disturbance.
Our visits to 'Maggies' were less frequent than to the other two as, coming from the east of Edinburgh it meant a break in the bus journey and it was only a ten minute walk between Dalry Rd and Haymarket.
. . . and, of course, Haymarket was home, and host, to many glamour locos! (at least more so than 'Maggies')
Of all these visits there was only one thing that gave me a few heartstopping moments ~ and these all occurred at Haymarket. While wandering through the shed there would occasionally be a mischievous cleaner possibly on disposal who would wait until us little innocents were strategically positioned just a little forward of the front of a loco still in steam . . . and then he would suddenly open the drain cocks with a terrifyingly deafening roar and envelop us in a cloud of steam. Did this ever happen to anyone else?