Saturday 19th September 2020, 3.10pm (day 3,313)
Not sure that I have previously managed to categorise a post as ‘sport’ and ‘transport’ simultaneously. A shame the ball could not make it into shot as well…
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Category Archives: Transport
Nothing moving
Tuesday 15th September 2020, 9.15am (day 3,309)
I did try to go into Manchester today. The train got as far as Rochdale, where all services terminated thanks to a ‘points failure’. As I didn’t really care one way or the other, after a while of non-movement, I turned around and went back to complete my day’s work at home. It is a sign of my recent equanimity that it didn’t bother me. At least I got the chance for a photo. It doesn’t really look like anything has moved here in years, so it seems appropriate.
Arrival at Ravenglass
Friday 24th July 2020, 3.35pm (day 3,256)
The 15:35 heads for Ravenglass station, beside the estuary of the river Esk. And then leaves again — without me on it — meaning, I am about to have a first night away from home in Hebden for 135 days, since my trip to Lincoln on March 10th. The walls of the valley were beginning to close in. Here, the vistas are much different. Variety is a good thing. It is good to be on holiday in this mad year.
Taking it easy
Thursday 16th July 2020, 1.25pm (day 3,248)
I was resolved that today’s photo would depict a living person, after ten days of no one at all. And so it does, in part. Those of us still wishing to use the trains are doing so, casually.
Victoria takes a pause
Saturday 21st March 2020, 12.55pm (day 3,131)
I had to go into Manchester today to pick up some things. This is the 611th photo on this blog that has been taken in the city — but quite possibly the last for some time, unless things change radically. But as you can see, social distancing was maintained. What my feelings are about the steps currently being taken are not relevant here: like I’ve done for the last 3,130 days, I will just do my best to document what I see.
Rochdale station view
Wednesday 26th February 2020, 2.05pm (day 3,107)
I’ve not been venturing very far from home in the last two weeks and this is a state of affairs that is due to continue for a while. I offer this view from Rochdale station as today’s pic, not for any particular reason, I just like the arrangement of the various lines and slopes. And the snow’s still around, as you see.
Caravans (the horror)
Wednesday 19th February 2020, 9.45pm (day 3,100)
I honestly cannot think of a solution to the problem of holiday accommodation that I would less rather entertain than a caravan. At least a tent can be carried around on one’s back, and doesn’t tie you to spending your holiday driving a car around while it’s attached to one of these lumbering beasts. Caravans — no! But there’s clearly a market for them in Worksop…
The ‘Scots Guardsman’, Preston station
Saturday 8th February 2020, 6.00pm (day 3,089)
Preston station this evening was the showcase for this gorgeous lump of metal — the horde of sightseers was not limited to the people seen here, the group extends round behind me and the camera. And why not: there is something undeniably attractive about these machines, proof that technology can also sometimes be art. It was pointing north, so presumably was about to steam up to Scotland; appropriate considering its name, as loco no. 46115 is known as the Scots Guardsman.
Waiting for the train
Monday 3rd February 2020, 9.25am (day 3,084)
Some pass by, some stand still, but we are all eventually heading somewhere else than King’s Cross station. I waited out my 20 minute train delay on the walkway above the main concourse, offering the chance to take this angle on it all.
Politehnica Metro station
Friday 31st January 2020, 2.45pm (day 3,081)
I like Metros. Bucharest’s doesn’t have the grandeur and Art Deco sensibilities of the Moscow one, being more of a 1970s functionalist design, but it’s still got these long, open halls that are a great improvement over the rabbit warren that is the London Underground. I think I’ve got this shot pretty symmetrical, except of course for the TV screens, but those aren’t my fault.
