The first place I ever lived in England was right beside the Nuneaton line and only a very short distance from Warwick Road goods yard. I'll never forget the sound made the ex-War Department engines, it was like a blacksmith hitting his anvil with a hammer at a steady pace.
These engines were unloved by the crews and generally left to deteriorate.
We often used to scramble up the railway embankment and from there we could see the wagons in the good yard being shunted. That was done by diesel engines as the London-Midland had a long history of using diesel engines for shunting instead of steam.