Sunday 28th February 2021, 2.15pm (day 3,475)
Whatever it is I wanted to say with this picture, the cube is there; it is Clare (and I) who are just passing through.
Into the light (Clare with blue cube)
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Tag Archives: Railway
Halifax tracks
Sunday 4th October 2020, 11.50am (day 3,328)
Halifax’s transport infrastructure seems to have become a recent theme. At least, this is a sign that I am still moving around the local area, including on a Sunday. I like the complexity of the layout here, the bendiness, but tied together by the point mechanisms.
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.
The 300th place
Wednesday 18th December 2019, 3.20pm (day 3,037)
This is New Mills, Derbyshire, a place with some impressive verticals, perched as it is above a deep gorge formed by the River Goyt. I spent the afternoon and evening here and it’s a shame I didn’t manage to arrive until 3.15pm, by which time it was already getting rather gloomy. A place to revisit with some better light.
Thanks to the stats that are faithfully kept for this blog (and which, for me and my compulsive chronicling, are a significant element of keeping this going), I know also that New Mills is the 300th different, identifiable location to be depicted on here. Obviously the count depends how I slice certain places (particularly the Lake District) but this is how it’s come out. This is one new place every 10.1 days or thereabouts, a supply which shows no signs of running out, so let’s just keep exploring. I might not be able to save the world but I would like to see more of it, before I go.
Loch Carron
Friday 15th February 2019, 10.55am (day 2,731)
Another shot taken out of the windows of a moving train — grubby windows too. But I think the dirt is disguished well enough on this shot, taken from near Attadale station on the rather pretty Dingwall to Kyle of Lochalsh line. The sort of train journey that it’s slightly pointless to take for any reason other than just to do the journey…. but there are good enough reasons for that.
6.30am trains
Thursday 31st May 2018, 6.30am (day 2,471)
Most of the local train service remains a scandal of national proportions (some 2,000 trains cancelled across Northern’s domain since the new timetable was launched, blunderingly, on 20th May) but I must admit I have been a small locus of punctuality all week. But no one should have to suffer a 6.30am train too often. Or, two of them.
Docklands Light Railway
Thursday 5th April 2018, 2.00pm (day 2,415)
Despite the frequency of my recent visits to London I had only been on the Docklands Light Railway once before, and that had been in the dark. On the first properly warm-with-blue-skies day of the year it was nice to take advantage of the driverless operation of these trains and sit right up front with a view that normally only drivers get. Reminded me of the El in Chicago in the end. Fun, and a reminder there are still many things to discover in London.
Working on Sunday
Sunday 26th November 2017, 11.20am (day 2,285)
These guys were not the only ones working on this Sunday — though at least I combined my bout of labour with a trip to York for pleasant social reasons. But that journey contained no photos that I liked, so we’ll go with this one, captured a few minutes before getting on the train to said destination.
View from the train, Doncaster
Monday 9th October 2017, 4.15pm (day 2,237)
Pretty much everything on the railways heading north out of London passes through Doncaster, which remains a major passenger rail interchange and has these immense goods yards too; one of the few remaining places on the UK rail network where you do get a sense of what a lot of it probably looked like sixty years ago. Taken from inside the train as it departed platform 8 and returned me home after my short and ultimately pointless trip to London (thank you, Mr Putin).
Being 42 