#sir nigel gresley

[noble-atomics-railway]

The Flying Scotsman and Sir Nigel Gresley at the sidings of The National Railway Museum in York.

[redgriffinsphotos]

Steam on the Main Line

[fireflameproductions]

The Gresley family

I love this family so much, they are all so cool and I adore them all! Especially since these diverse characters are all related! Since I haven’t connected to half of these characters I won’t leave headcanons this time but maybe in the future once I get to know them more. Just enjoy the art for now ^^

Characters in order: Gordon, Flying Scotsman, Spencer, Mallard, Ryan, Pretty Polly (I had to include her even if she didn’t appear in the books, I love her so much)

[elester01]

Traintober Day 19 Admire - Aspirations

“Great-uncle Nigel?” the young boy asked as he fiddled with a bolt, spinning the small metal object in his hands as he stared at the elderly man. He was scrawling on some papers, planning his next great steam engine. His brow was creased in concentration, the white hairs crossing over each other. Nigel’s brow lifted, and he looked over at the brownish-black haired youth. “When do I get to start making trains?”

“Soon, Gordon,” the elderly man responded with a tight smile. “You are still only 8.”

“That is very old, you know,” Gordon decided, turning his nose up at the mere indication that he was still a child. “I’m very much old enough to do all of the stuff you do.”

“What is the square root of 49?”

The child opened his mouth to say something, before promptly closing it again.

“There’s your answer.”

“Hmph.”

Gordon went back to the book he was reading. Not for long, however, as another question sprung to his mind. “Would you be proud of me if I drove trains?”

“Very. If you do that I’ll give you an A1. Your brother as well.”

The child’s eyes widened. “Oh my,” he gasped. “Really?”

“Someone has to drive it, right? I’ll keep the prototype safe, how about that.”

Gordon blushed with pride, nodding.

“Good lad.” And with that, Sir Nigel Gresley went back to his work.

[henryandgordon]

Watching this with pure tears

[smokey-joe-1]

Visited the North Yorkshire Moors Railway for their 50th anniversary gala. Here’s Sir Nigel Gresley!

[mrwelshdrummerman9015]

Ex-LNER Gresley A4 No. 60007 Sir Nigel Gresley passing Sandycroft Railway Bridge on a Locomotive Services Limited Steam Dreams Railtour from Holyhead to Cardiff Central. One of six A4s and preserved and currently the only one mainline certified. Two are in the US and Canada on static display, one is undergoing a massive overhaul, and the other 2 are on static display in the UK.

[creative-splurges]

60007 Sir Nigel Gresley departs Sheffield Park on a glorious golden evening. If you like my train photos, check out @robdoestrains on Instagram. #photography #steamrailways #bluebellrailway #sirnigelgresley #steam #railways

[stories-of-the-nrm]

A Record Breaking Celebration

Narrator: It was a cool October day in 1937 England. Sir Nigel Gresley reads his newspaper when one of the Doncaster engineers comes in.

Engineer: Sir, it's done!

(Sir Nigel Gresley looks up from his newspaper).

Sir Nigel Gresley: Done? Which engine is done?

Engineer: Your 100th engine.

(He sets the newspaper down on his desk).

Sir Nigel Gresley: Splendid. I would like to see Bittern's first firing.

Engineer: Bittern? I believe there's a misunderstanding, sir. This engine's been named after you by the suggestion of the RCTS.

(He rubs his eyes).

Sir Nigel Gresley: No matter. Simply have one of the other engines named that.

(He stands up and follows the engineer to the works. He looks over the engine before giving the signal to light the fire).

?: Where? Where am I?

Sir Nigel Gresley: No worries young engine. This is the Doncaster Works of the London and North Eastern Railway in England. My name is Sir Nigel Gresley, your creator.

?: Oh. It's an honor to meet you sir.

Sir Nigel Gresley: Thank you. You're quite a special engine to me. My 100th completed engine, meaning you will be honored at a naming ceremony at Marylebone station after you pass your tests.

Nigel: Thank you sir! I hope I can make you proud.

(Sir Nigel Gresley laughs).

Sir Nigel Gresley: Excellent. Now once you're cleared to work, you will be transferred to Kings Cross.

(We fade to the Great Gathering in 2013).

Narrator: Mallard and Nigel spend time talking to each other about their pasts.

Nigel: Yes things were quite different in just the little amount of time I was in service before your first firing. Sometimes I wonder if things would be different if another engine became his hundredth. I was immediately given special treatment.

Mallard: Oh yes I remember. I was still learning how to handle coaches right there in Doncaster. Of course breaking the speed record likely took away your spotlight.

(Nigel shuts his eyes for a second).

Nigel: Not at all brother. I was still given the opportunity to test the air conditioned rolling stock while you were preparing for a speed record run. It's always an honor to be tasked with demonstrating technological advancements.

Mallard: Indeed. I heard your demonstration to open the Rugby test station in Warwickshire back in '48 went smoothly. If only I can say the same about my own showing at the Trials.

Nigel: I wouldn't be so hard on yourself. Your history with the middle big end overheating was known since your record run a decade prior. It was simply a fault in our design that was brought to attention for future reference.

(Mallard sighs).

Mallard: By the way Nigel, do you remember taking the Royal Train back in 1956?

(Nigel thinks).

Nigel: Oh yes the Royal Train. Even more an honor than reaching 112 mph pulling the Stephenson Special.

Mallard: Yes that run in 1959 was splendid brother. A fully functional passenger train. Didn't you break the 100 mph mark more than once elsewhere?

Nigel: Indeed. I broke it twice more. Our cousin Scotsman was quite familiar with the man on my footplate that day. A Mr. Alan Pegler.

Mallard: That's right he was with the board for the BTC.

(There's a pause for silence).

Mallard: At least you got to go on runs after all these years. I believe my last outing. Why I personally can't recall having a run since the 1980s.

Nigel: Ah yes your 50th anniversary. You must be quite popular if you've been a static exhibit that long.

Mallard: I'm afraid so. In fact that was particularly why I apologize for the state of my human form. My parts are simply unsuitable and they will likely never be replaced.

(Nigel pats Mallard's shoulder).

Nigel: Never mind that. This is a symbol of your respect. After your years of service and holding the steam record you deserve to be preserved forever. This is your time to enjoy the pleasures of phenomenon never explored.

Mallard: Don't tell me our cousin convinced you that human food is a viable source of joy?

Nigel: Not entirely. I enjoy a treat for special occasions but nothing more. In fact to honor your run, I asked my driver to buy you a gift.

(Mallard watches as he goes to pick up a bottle of port and a box of truffles).

Mallard: You didn't.

Nigel: I did little brother. You made a great accomplishment and brought honor to our railway. To this day after 75 years that record still stands. I am more than honored to have you as a brother.

(Mallard looks touched).

Mallard: I suppose I have no choice in the matter. Very well then Nigel, you may open the bottle.

Nigel: Splendid. I admit this is my first time as well so I'll simply ask Bittern to do so.

(Mallard raises an eyebrow).

Mallard: She's familiar with human food? But she's so mindful of her human form.

Nigel: Yes she did have an influence from her brief reunion with our cousin Scotsman. Since she's returned to active service, she did develop a well balanced approach to eating.

(Mallard sighs).

Mallard: Alright brother. You can ask her.

Nigel: Splendid. I'll be right back, brother.

Narrator: As Nigel leaves, Mallard reflects on his family's past including Scott's overhaul.

(Nigel returns and hands a glass of wine to Mallard).

Nigel: By the by, how is our dear cousin Scotsman?

(Mallard groans).

Mallard: The last I saw him was Railfest. His health had gone to the dogs. I saw numerous marks on his arms and was nothing but languish.

(Nigel raises an eyebrow).

Nigel: He dared risk taking on his human form?

Mallard: Apparently so and it was a pitiful display that set a terrible example for Tornado. She is meant to be a proper woman as the first of his class in decades. He was to be the role model she needs if she is to represent our former railway as opposed to stuffing his face.

(Nigel takes a sip of wine).

Nigel: I suggest having some patience with our cousin, brother. An overhaul that lasted this long, with little progress is bound to cause issues. Given his fondness for his human form, I can only imagine the pain he must have been in.

(Mallard takes a sip before putting the glass down).

Mallard: Pardon me, brother. I appreciate the thought you put into this celebration of ours, but I don't find this wine to my taste.

Nigel: I understand and I'm thankful that you tried it. Perhaps these truffles will be more to your liking.

(Mallard picks up the small box).

Mallard: Are you familiar with these Nigel?

Nigel: My knowledge goes as far as knowing that these were made by a French chocolate master and are meant to be pure dark chocolate. My driver said that dark chocolate is meant to be slightly more bitter than milk chocolate.

Mallard: And we're meant to simply take one and eat it in one bite?

(Nigel picks one up).

Nigel: Indeed as being shaped similar to a ball makes them quite easy to eat.

(They both eat one).

Mallard: My my. Would these go well with tea? I believe some of my female passengers enjoyed these now that I think about it.

Nigel: I would say an Earl Grey tea would mix well with dark chocolate. I have learned how to make tea, so I can get that made for us.

Mallard: Excellent. Thank you.

Narrator: After the box of truffles were finished, Mallard and Nigel return to their engines for the night.

Mallard: Thank you for spending the day with me Nigel.

Nigel: Your welcome brother. I'm glad we have the opportunity to talk with each other again. Good night.

Mallard: Good night.

(With that the two fall asleep happy to have seen each other again).

AN: Thank you to Gatatodapoderosa from DeviantArt. I no longer post on there but still field requests. If you can read this, I'll still post this on Ao3 as promised. This was a fun one to make as I liked reading about an individual engine's history and how that could translate to their personalities.

[rizpatcatlovers]

Designing humanized ver. of Sir Nigel Gresley of LNER A4 Pacific. Along with some characters who inspire the designs too. (Neuvillette from Genshin, Czerny from Arknights)

His final design will revealed in future~

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60007 'Sir Nigel Gresley' Opens Up Through Horsted Keynes - Giants of Steam

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Sir Nigel Gresley comes to Lincoln, December 2022

[trainalt22]

A dictation of the National Rail Museum curator orientation of the class of 2015

The speaker is Doctor Ashton Collins, lead mechologist for the N.R.M.

[Recording start]

"The first of May 1925, Solario came to me today asking for a once-over. I found this odd because I had just finished maintenance on him not a week ago, but I'm not foolish enough to ignore my engines when they say something is wrong. He asked to speak with me in private. I eyed him warily but had my workshop cleared regardless. He said he was visited by a small purple tank engine the night before. From how he described this engine, it didn't match any I knew about, but I let him continue. He said that she had chosen him to be her guardian, that his kind heart and brave soul would be of great use, and then he paused, a look of contemplation on his face. I pressed for more, and he said she disappeared in a flash of golden light.

My expression must have been one of unamusement because Solario asked for a chance to prove what he saw was real. I was unsure of what he meant but allowed him to, and before I could object, a golden dust enshrouded him. I could see him start to fade. I must admit it gave me a shock. I fell from my stool, but something most peculiar happened. When the dust settled, before me where Solario was, a man stood, dressed in a green jacket with 'LNER' embroidered across the left breast pocket, while the right had '4473' across it, and his trousers matched the same green with black and white lining down the sides.

His hair was a blinding blonde, and he had eyes as green as his coat. I called out to him, worried about what had happened to my engine, but he proved his identity by reciting the conversation we had when he first awoke two years ago, and we talked at lengths about how he came to be like this. All I can say for now is this is most interesting."

An excerpt from Sir Nigel Gresley's journal taken from the LNER Archives

"I know what you all are thinking: Gresley must have had something stronger than tobacco in his pipe."

[Dispersed laughter is heard in the crowd]

"But you'll learn that stranger things happen here than just the errant railfan trying to get themselves locked in overnight, and it may shock you to find out that Gresley wasn't off his rocker when he wrote that entry in 1925. You ten have been selected because you have shown the most aptitude and drive to be curators to help look after these places of history. But a curator's job isn't just planning maintenance and events; sometimes this job can be more than what we signed up for.

Gold Dust is the lifeblood and souls of sentiences everywhere. Now before you write me off, allow me to demonstrate."

[Dr. Collins produces a small wooden box from the desk he's standing at and takes out a weathered conductor whistle]

"This is a conductor whistle. It was entrusted to the NRM after its owner passed. Now, while gold dust can be volatile if misused, it can be a useful tool for those who wield it."

[Dr. Collins wipes the mouthpiece with his sleeve before blowing into it. The whistle bathes him in a cloud of golden dust, and he disappears, causing the group to panic before he reappears in the back of the room]

"Pretty neat, right?"

[Dr. Collins's sudden reappearance startles the class]

"Sorry for the scare, everyone, but I'm guessing you're going to take what I say a little more seriously. Sure, every machine you have needs its fuel to run, but this is what keeps them alive; it's their soul. But while I am the Lead Mechologist, I think it more prudent for you to hear from someone who doesn't just use gold dust for cheap tricks. So please welcome Mrs. Morgan Merlin, or as you would know her, LNER 4468 Mallard."

[A tall, tanned woman in a dark blue suit and matching skirt with bright red heels walks into the room with a look of unamusement on her face]

"How many times do I have to tell you not to use gold dust for cheap tricks?"

"Ducky, I was just using it so they'd take me seriously."

"Get out and stop calling me Ducky."

[Dr. Collins leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. Mallard clears her throat before continuing]

"Now, a few things before we continue. 1. Yes, I'm the real Mallard; the one downstairs is a replica. 2. Yes, I can still use my engine form; I just haven't in a while. 3. Do NOT call me Ducky. Understood?"

[The group either nods or responds in the affirmative]

"Now, it is part of your job as curators to help us guardians complete our duties. As such, most of the UK's guardians and all remaining former guardians that survived scrap are stationed here. Myself, Evening Star, Lode Star, and Sterling Number One are all guardians, and I have been given their permission to talk about their status with you.

This brings us to another point. Knowledge about guardians is hush-hush. You tell no one other than those above you or your fellow curators this information. If fallen into the wrong hands, it could spell disaster for sentient machines everywhere.

Now..."

[Morgan writes on the chalkboard]

"Application of gold dust. Gold Dust has many uses, one being teleportation like you saw Dr. Collins demonstrate. However, it is not just for travel; it can be used for offense and defense as well."

[Golden dust envelopes Morgan's hand and condenses into a golden blade. She holds it up for the entire class to see]

"There are many dangers guardians face, many of them being supernatural in nature. Gold dust not only allows us to battle these threats if necessary, but it also defends us from them as well."

[Her "blade" disperses into a cloud of dust again, reshaping into a shield]

"As you may have already guessed, gold dust allows guardians to shed their mechanical forms and become human with an appearance based on both the physical attributes of whatever machine they are and their perception of themselves."

[Morgan disperses her shield, the dust seeps into her skin, then she gestures to herself]

"As you can see, my engine is in perfect condition, and I'm very confident in myself and my abilities. That's not to say that heavier-set guardians aren't confident with their forms; much like you humans, our forms still have a bit of an unknown factor when we transform into them for the first time. Things like skin tone, hair color, and eye color vary.

Some of you may have noticed I mentioned that guardians face off with the supernatural. One of our most common foes are wraiths. They are spirits of machines that have died and chosen not to travel on to the Grand Terminus, and instead choose to roam and seek out humans. I can assure you, you do not want to find yourself cornered by a wraith. There are not very many things in this world that will bring you a more painful demise.

The other type of enemy we face is called the Blighted. They range vastly from machine to machine, but they are the poor souls that have been unfortunate to have been infected with Crimson Rot. Their minds are subsumed by it; they become a husk of their former selves, attacking any machine to siphon their victim's gold dust, feeding the parasitic infection.

Make sure to check your machine carefully for unusual rust or rotting of wood or other such materials, especially if they work in or around a scrapyard. Crimson Rust likes to fester in scrapyards to drain what little gold dust dying machines have left."

[Morgan's watch beeps twice, causing her to sigh]

"We will explain the rest of a guardian's duties in the next class, so do be there. Class dismissed."

[End of recording]

[uncoupledengine]

Got to see the amazing Flying Scotsman today.

Didn't expect to see him, so the day was made

[amazonykamiaba]

[almightyrayzilla]

Drawtumn 23.14 - "Fast"; A4 Pacific