On Saturday, June 23, 1962, our family visited York, a birthday treat for my younger brother and I, whose birthdays fell five days later and five days earlier, respectively. For this nine-year-old trainspotter who’d never been anywhere on the railway other than around my native Hull, it was special… the drawback being that I only got short spells on York station, just after our arrival in the morning, and as we were about to go home on the train again! Otherwise, the day was spent going to visitor attractions, as they’re now called. Personally, I would have spent all day trainspotting, but other family members did not share my passion!
We arrived on the usual diesel multiple unit (DMU) from Hull via Beverley and Market Weighton, over a line that…