Monday 7th March 2022, 4.20pm (day 3,847)
In comes the 16:22 to Leeds, about as on time as it gets. It didn’t get me home at the scheduled time but that’s just natural variation in the Northern Rail time-space continuum.
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Departing King’s Cross
Monday 14th February 2022, 10.30am (day 3,826)
What goes down South, must come back up North again (at least, unless one wants to be paying hotel bills for an excessive length of time). I don’t know where this train was going, but I was on the 10:30 back to Leeds, and then home.
Start of the journey
Monday 28th October 2019, 7.35am (day 2,986)
One of those days where I travelled quite some distance, took quite a few photos of places I had not been before, yet am obilged to admit that the very first one of the day was the best — taken in the familiar surroundings of Hebden Bridge rail station. Ah, the station in the morning — those first steps on a journey that could lead one anywhere. Until, in my case, one gets as far as Preston then has to sit out a 70-minute delay thanks to Virgin Trains not really being bothered. Which pops the romantic bubble somewhat. But at 7.35am all that lay in the future.
Arrival at St. Pancras
Wednesday 7th August 2019, 10.00am [nearly] (day 2,904)
We went to Brussels by train, and our return journey terminated in the very marvellous St. Pancras station in London; this has featured twice before on the blog, but both shots were portraits taken down in the subterranean sections and neither featured its impressive architectural features. The pink writing reads “I want my time with you”… I can’t detect any subliminal advertising going on here, and this may just be a feel-good message for the sake of it, in which case, further credit to St. Pancras and its designers.
Post-weekend
Sunday 21st July 2019, 7.40pm (day 2,887)
These two have clearly had a very good weekend. And so have I.
Durham cathedral, from the train
Wednesday 17th July 2019, 3.15pm (day 2,883)
Scenes from the East Coast Main Line… there is plenty to see (like the Forth Bridge which also nearly made it today), but this view of Durham, its cathedral and castle, from the station rivals that of any other railway view in the world. But you have to know when to click the shutter. One of these days I will get out at Durham station and look around, as I don’t think I’ve been to the city since at least 2004.
Waiting for the 8:32
Friday 26th April 2019, 8.30am (day 2,801)
Plans to minimise my time in Manchester while on sabbatical have not been successful this week (or next). The weather turned during the day, as well, and it was quite cool and rainy by the evening. A pleasant morning on HB station though: just the latest in a number of occasions where the arrangement of fellow passengers on the platform has interested me.
Early arrival in Manchester
Wednesday 24th April 2019, 7.10am (day 2,799)
Blog-wise, it’s two months since I pulled duty on a 6.32 train out of Hebden Bridge — arrives Manchester about 7.10, like this morning, if it’s feeling energetic. The bloke in yellow is the owner of the fold-up bike on the other side of the shot: he looks the least keen of all of them, but then again he has his onward transport sorted.
Preston station, again
Sunday 10th March 2019, 11.25am (day 2,754)
This is, of course, a quite different photo of platform 2 of Preston station than the one I took sixteen days ago: and I was heading in an entirely different direction — towards home instead of away from it. That’s my excuse anyway. No repetition!
Platform 2, Preston station
Friday 22nd February 2019, 3.55pm (day 2,738)
Beautifully — some might even say, ridiculously — warm day today for February, with temperatures up to 20ºC in Hebden Bridge. It’s the half-term holidays as well as the weekend and all this tempted people out, including me, as the afternoon saw a decamp up to the in-laws’ place in Morecambe. Preston station was busy and well-lit; on such days it’s hard not to admire the durability and aesthetic qualities of your basic Victorian station architecture — love those pillars.
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