Wednesday 2nd September 2015, 5.10pm (day 1,469)
Overexposed it may be, but in a burst of sudden sunlight today I knew this bunch of people would be today’s picture. No offense, everyone.
Overexposed it may be, but in a burst of sudden sunlight today I knew this bunch of people would be today’s picture. No offense, everyone.
And so home again, a 7-hour train journey from Aberdeen to Hebden Bridge. My second return trip up the east coast of Scotland in the last few weeks, so a chance to revisit a theme hit not so long ago, the crossing of the River Tay. The stumps are those of the first Tay bridge which collapsed (due to crappy construction) in a storm shortly after it was built.
It’s the midsummer weekend, but right now the weather isn’t so as you’d realise this. If it were midsummer weather these benches would be packed, but it’s chill and rather grey so only Paddy braves the pub forecourt, and that’s only because he needs a cigarette.
A day in Manchester, a day too far in the week if you ask me. But it was a glorious morning at Hebden Bridge station today.
I’ve been in Manchester most of the week, although this hasn’t been apparent from the pictures. Victoria station, after years of being a rather dowdy old hag, is starting to recover from her major surgery and looking rather promising with it. Compare this picture to the last shot of platform 1: the light wasn’t as good today, but overall, it’s a big improvement. (Having inserted that link I note that shot was taken exactly 400 days ago, day 931.)
Taking shots in tolerably good morning light to pass the time waiting for my train in to Manchester, it was only later, after uploading, that I realised this chap ambling down the platform was my next-door neighbour Tom (who also works at the university). And so starts another week for both of us. But the mornings are getting lighter and this is never a bad time of year.
I admit I take many photos of railway stations and trains but at least I’m travelling on them at the time. I know it’s a fine line but I’ve never seen the point of people going to a railway station simply to watch the trains go by, and at Doncaster this practice is particularly prevalent. Pictured on my way home from Brighton this afternoon.
I’m glad I have set my life up in ways that get me round the Cumbrian coast rail line now and again, even on a damp Friday in January. This shot is taken from a moving train.
This is the oldest extant electric railway in the world, having been running since 1883. It runs along Brighton beach for just over a mile, eastwards from the pier — that station is the one seen here, in front of the Royal Albion hotel where we spent this weekend (our usual Brighton haunt, the Pelirocco, having been booked out by a party this weekend).