What a honey! Nice undercarriage and fine curves.
But the Spit in the background sure isn't a Mk XIV. Mark V?
Trainspotting in the 1950s I could understand. No TV worth mentioning, no Internet, so the sight of a proper steam hauled express belting past at close range must have been quite something. Collecting numbers? Can't see the point of that - but photography is certainly something else.
Nowadays trains are distinctly dull things. About 10 times a year I have to travel from Didcot to Paddington on whatever Western Region is called these days. Now and again there's a whiff of steam engine exhaust and a chuff-chuff sound from the museum which has all the old boys craning their necks in misty-eyed nostalgia whilst the broing diesels go past. However, when the 'stand back, this train isn't stopping here' tannoy goes out they aren't kidding! Even a diesel going through the station flat out is impressive - would be even better had it been a Castle or King (oops!) with shrieking whistle hauling chocolate-and-cream coaches!
Aircraft spotting - harmelss if they keep out of the way. Even in Greece! But some are as bad as 'militant twitchers' who will seemingly stop at nothing to pursue their hobby.
But as for bus spotters....
