It was a very lucky find. The famous Puffing Billy was dormant as engineers meandered with spanners and rags, twisting valves and polishing weathered copper. Coal was burning, steam was bellowing and the sun was just breaking through the clouds.
The drivers were nothing short of top blokes. I was out with a friend taking photos when we stumbled across the train, and the drivers were kind enough to let us clime aboard the engine, shovel coal and photograph them at work. It’s only a short series, but it’s a portrait collection I’m really proud of.
The photos have texture – texture unlike anything I’ve photographed before. There’s a nostalgia, a sadness and a monotony to the photos. It would be a waste to not share them with you all.