Welcome to British Railways Illustrated Volume 4 No.3. We railway enthusiasts might be forgiven for imagining what it is we have done wrong. How often have you read lately of some dire human failing compared in some (usually asinine) way to 'trainspotting'? Inevitably and all too quickly the ill-read hack reveals his (increasingly her) inspiration. Wait for it - The Anorak. This is assumed to raise a terrific laugh. They all, er, wear them, you see. We even have a Radio 4 play in which the prime suspect is a trainspotter, one so repellent, moreover, that the streetwalkers outside a thinly disguised Kings Cross won't take his money. Obviously a problem never encountered by a journalist. Still there is hope. Another journalist, in The Daily Mail, tells us of the origins of the word enthusiast - from the Greek, apparently it means 'being possessed by a deity.' It's been a while since an out and out locomotive feature, tables and all, appeared here; the County 4-6-Os could certainly do with an airing, for though they could charge about with the best of them on expresses across the length and breadth of the (Great) Western Region, these broad shouldered 4-6-Os were ever, just a bit at least, outsiders, and slightly frowned upon (it seemed) by purists. The engines had a typically Western random allocation, sprinkled as they were along the line and it was customary to come across only one or two, maybe, in the course of a day out. If the Counties had been allocated in a more concentrated fashion, maybe their impact would have been more memorable. This article brings the class sharply into focus; sadly it is one of the few without a representative in preservation, reinforcing this notion of the neglected 'outsider'. Tuplin had hardly more than a sentence or two to say of the whole class - "apparently devised as a 2-cylinder equivalent of the Castle class with the high boiler pressure of 2801b. per sq. in. to match that of the Southern Pacifies". How's that for a starting point? Our dose of polemic above leaves little space for much comment on the remaining innards of the magazine this time round. The Peak Forest Scenic Tour is brought to a conclusion - a comprehensive text it might well lack, but it's good to celebrate these visual marvels now and then, to take in the sheer power and glory of the best of photographs. Thaxted, The Last Branch, could hardly be further apart in geography and scenery - from Derbyshire hills to Essex fields, and it enjoys a more familiar BRILL type treatment. A Wembley reprise is in hand with The Lure of Neasden, the recollections of two separate days when Wembley groaned only with railborne fans... Most of the favourites are here too, Fourum, 30's File, War Report and so on. All this is not to forget A Reader Writes, to which a good number of people, apparently, turn first - two pages which can combine a Rabbi, Marie Antoinette and a Dutch swearword, can't be bad...