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The right hand pump we used all the time, it was on the fireman’s side, and handy for him to control the feed valve. It was prone, however, to develop an air lock, usually on a dark, cold, wet winter’s night. To clear this, and get the pump working again, I had to clamber along to the front end, gripping the lip of the side tank with my finger tips, and shuffling my feet along the very narrow strip of running plate at the base of the tank. Not an easy task with the loco lurching and swaying about. No thought was given about reducing speed for this hazardous operation, and reaching the front of the tank I’d kneel down, and put my hand down amongst the whirling, clattering motion to feel for the pet cock on the pump. Once this was opened, it only took a second or two for the air to be released, followed by a deluge of water. I never managed to close that cock in time to avoid getting soaked. After uttering an obscene oath, or two, a quick prayer of thanks followed, for still having an unmutilated hand to hold on with for the return journey to the comfort of the warm cab. - E N D
- Health and Safety, so often maligned, would quite
correctly have had a field day observing and criticising such practice
to day. But in those days it would have very much been regarded
as part of the job. Problems with the antiquated feed pumps
may have been the Achilles heel of No.3 at that time, but as students
of Terrier history will be aware, would have been just one instance
of what can be politely referred to as “difficulties” that
have beset the engine throughout its career. |
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