David Joy, inventor of the
steam locomotive valve gear bearing his name, recounted some adventures in the earliest days, when the line was worked by
E. B. Wilson and Company under contract to the proprietors. Joy was the locomotive foreman. When he arrived two days before the opening, nothing was ready for him, and no engines were to be found. He prevailed upon the Midland Railway to lend him two
Bury Single locomotives. E. B. Wilson fetched me on a Friday evening in a cab, took me to Arthington Hall to go next evening to open [the] Nottingham and Grantham Railway on the Monday. He had taken it to work by contract at 2
s. per mile run. No engines, nothing ready. To Nottingham early Saturday. Midland Railway supplied us with two old Bury's singles to be at Grantham Sunday night. Saturday afternoon over the line with Underwood (engineer), Gough (secretary), and on the contractor's (G. Wythes) engine (ballast), went off the road, not very fast, but a jolly tumble about. However the first train departed at 9 a.m. with half a dozen second and third class carriages and a number of wagons. It wasn't long before the first accident in October, 1850: We had got another engine from
Railway Foundry, known as No. 266, and she did "goods"; and
Nottingham Goose Fair coming, and a special ordered for Nottingham, I snapped at the chance of driving one of the engines. I don't know how it all came about, but at night I found myself on the leading engine, the other old Bury behind with old Pilkington as driver down at the junction of the Mansfield line at the front of a long line of carriages, on the down main line, which, for the day, was being used to stand lines of trains—the down trains for Mansfield being shunted at the junction on to the up line to the next station. It was pitch dark; and we waited for a signal to go on to Nottingham with our train, and waited long. At last a rustle, and I thought we were going to be liberated by the passing out of the mail to Derby. So watched for her disappearing sideways to the right, but no, I could see her sweeping round and approaching us. And instantly I calculated that she could not have stopped and passed on to the up line at the junction, so must be on our line rushing upon us. It was not many seconds before we found all this true, as we jumped from our engines and rushed forward on the "in" side of the curve, and only just in time, for I saw the flare of the ashpan of the coming engine ripple over the sleepers as she came on, and heard the broken buffers of my own engine wizz over my head. It was only just in time, the next instant our two poor little light Bury engines were one wreck of material in front of the big six-coupled, with a train of twenty crammed carriages behind her. The footplate of my engine disappeared entirely, the firebox of the engine falling in between the legs of the tank—buffers and
buffer beams gone altogether. It was an awful experience, and none of us forgot it in a hurry. The Midland lent some more engines and one was a little Sharp [the name of the manufacturer]. This little engine was nearly the death of a nephew of one of my directors. He wanted to ride with me on the
footplate one night with a special I said, No! We ran down Bingham Bank into a fog — stuck — no weather board. Suddenly we went through the road crossing gates, the bits flew all round us, we knew how to duck. ==Present day==