Gone are the days when I (and others) could happily “trespass” on running lines to take pictures, with nothing more than a friendly wave from the driver!
I remember spending an afternoon about 1976, wandering about the tracks in Heuston Station and goods yard, in and out of E’s shunting loose-coupled wagons, and brand-new 071s with Mk 2s, others with mixed Cravens, laminates and gawd knows what else….
NOT advocating this, of course, but today if I tried that I’d be taken away in the Black Maria to Mountjoy to serve life with hard labour, amongst mountebanks, ne’er-do-wells, and more minor offenders like mass murderers….