I have always been one to at least try to be at historical events throughout my adult life. My parents generosly treated me to the 15 Guinea Special, British Rail’s last steam train. August 11th, 1968, is inexorably etched into my brain, as (for a similar reason) is August 4th. I just made it on to U.S.A. passenger trains (summer of 1969) before the advent of Amtrak (May 1971). In fact, I was in America in the first month of Amtrak ( May 1971), which exists to this day. I would see the Beach Boys in 1967 (?) the Rolling Stones in 1964, Bob Dylan in 1966, and Dire Straits numerous times 20 years later. I was cheeky enough to ask for Benjamin Britten’s autograph after a concert he conducted in Manchester, along with several other well-known similar luminaries of the time on different occasions. I was there for Rail 150 at Shildon (1975) Rainhill 150 at (you’ve guessed it) Rainhill (1980), the maiden voyages of Queen Mary 2 (2004), Queen Victoria (2007) and Queen Anne (2024)
Today, I am on my way to Rail 200 (the Greatest Gathering) at Derby, the tickets for which sold out in just days. Yep, it’s 200 years since the first passenger train on the Stockton and Darlington Railway in 1825. The Greatest Gathering is the flagship of Rail 200 events. For some reason, the excitement isn’t quite the same as in 1975. Perhaps it is because I am 76 rather than 26 and maybe suffering from special event fatigue! Nevertheless, I did try to be first in the queue for this event at Derby. Apparently, over 40,000 will attend over the next three days, August 1st – 3rd. Today, July 31st, I am joining a Branch Line Society special loco-hauled Pendolino from Crewe to Derby, where I understand the Pendolino becomes one of the exhibits. A rare historic event indeed. I had already booked overnight accommodation in Derby, my original plan being merely to arrive the day before and enjoy a full day at The Greatest Gathering. My device then advertised this special train from Crewe. I phoned up immediately; being told that only a handful of Standard Class tickets remained. Seventy quid seemed good value for this rare trip, which will take a full two hours from Crewe to stabling at Derby Litchurch Lane Works, venue for the Greatest Gathering. From what I gather, there should be two and a half hours to explore with relatively few other people, rather than perhaps 13,300 tomorrow.

The revised plan then was to drive to Derby the day before and leave my car at the hotel, then take a train to Crewe, and enjoy a couple of hours there to look around and remind myself of train spotting days of my early youth, returning on the special train, to Derby, The Creighton- Ward Explorer. After the end of tomorrow’s activities, my car would be waiting in the hotel’s car park, enabling me to drive home whenever I wanted. Two days ago, a fault occurred on the clutch pedal, making the car undrivable. I was thus driven to Derby by church friend and colleague Clive and will be brought home by my neighbour over the road, the long suffering Roger! I feel fortunate to know such kind people; Derby is a 67-mile round trip from home.
Crewe Station, 12.42 hrs. Ammended 4/8/25, 09.06 hrs.








The next day. looking back to yesterday.
I’m not going to write much now. Breakfast at my hotel is welcome. But I can see vintage buses ferrying Greatest Gathering ticket holders (I presume) between Derby Station and the Works at Litchurch Lane. I didn’t quite “do it to death” last night, but I did enjoy a substantial look-around, despite numerous delays and failures – more on that later. Here are some pictures I captured over what would be three days.



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Monday, August 4th. Looking back.
Some people whom I met on the Creighton-Ward Explorer were not going to the Greatest Gathering, more than likely because the event had sold out in days.







Tuesday 5th July. While enjoying a curry at Buxton’s Taj Mahal Restaurant.
Continuing to look back.
By now, Alstom Works, Derby Litchurch Lane, is probably almost back to normal, and the business of building trains. Even if I had a ticket for Sunday, the last of three days of The Greatest Gathering, I would have been far too exhausted to make my way to Derby on a fourth consecutive day, and it never occurred to me to sit on Derby Station yesterday to witness some of the rail-bourne exhibits pass by on their way to their next destination. That would have been well worth witnessing, even if Storm Floris rained on the parade. Fortunately, the YouTube video people were there to continue their fabulous work of documenting this unique event.
The Greatest Gathering was, I feel, as significant as the Last Steam Train (15 Guinea Special) August 11th, 1968. I doubt that I shall live a further 57 years, the time between The Fifteen Guinea Special and the Greatest Gathering.
Friday 1st August was the day for which my entrance ticket was valid. I booked a room at a very near-by hotel to enable me to make the most of my day. I took numerous photographs and walked well over 13,000 steps, and still failing to see much of what was on show. Really, I needed to come the next day. And I was given a wristband of authority to come back the next day. A stall holder made me a substantial offer for one item of my collection, a badly chipped station sign, which I accepted, possibly against my better judgement. On entry to the show for a second time, I was determined to photograph and see what I didn’t have time to see on the first full day. I reached for my phone, which incorporates a superb camera. It was not in any pocket or bag. For the first time in many years, panic set in. Clive had brought me to Derby in his immaculate Mazds MX 5, and I would contact him again when ready to come home. One of the volunteer stewards lent me her phone, which I used to ring my phone in the hopes that it had fallen out of my pocket into Clive’s car. It had, and thanks to some tenacious effort from another volunteer steward, Linda, I was reunited with my phone. I took a few pictures but missed much opportunity to see more of the show. All of a sudden, at just before 4 pm, it was announced that the show would be closing very shortly. Clive was on hand to drive me back to Buxton.
All too soon, the largest event of its kind in the world would be over. On Monday, the day of Storm Floris, Derby Station must have been an amazing place to watch locomotives and rolling stock exhibited at The Greatest Gathering trundling through towards their next destination.




It might sound corny, but the Greatest Gathering was the Greatest Experience.
Many thanks for reading. If still interested, there is much on YouTube. Just type in Greatest Gathering!
David, Midnight 5 and 6th August 2025, at home.
Ammended and corrected lunchtime in Morrison’s car park, 6/8/25
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