I’ve uploaded a few photos I took of Apethorn Junction at the Macclesfield show to my Fotopic site.
This has got to be one of the best 7mm scale layouts I’ve seen on the exhibition circuit. It’s sheer size makes a big impression, and the whole thing just oozes atmosphere. It’s all DCC with sound chips on most if not all the locomotives, so the layout reverberates with the throaty roar of English Electric and Sulzer engines.
Even after far too little sleep, the after-effects of a little too much Tyskie, and still on a high from meeting some of my heroes, York railway station is still a magnificent place. Here’s East Coast Trains 91105 waiting to depart on a northbound service.
On the way back from Touchstone’s CRS Gig at Maltby (for which I really need to write a review), I decided to break the journey at Edale. I’ve travelled the Hope Valley line many, many times over the past few years, and seen this beautiful line in all seasons, from spring green to autumn colours to snow-covered, but I’d never taken the local stopping train and got off at one of the intermediate stations.
You don’t get much freight on a Sunday, so I was surprised when the signals went off without a passenger train being due, and this came into view.
I’ve read bad reviews of the Sony Alpha 75-300mm Lens
By the end of the week I’d had my fill of narra-gauge kettles, and it was time for some proper trains again. I’d had Rugeley recommended as a good place for main line photography a few months back. It’s a local station on the four-track section of the Trent Valley line. As well as the procession of Virgin Trains Pendolinos, it sees a lot of freight; mostly intermodal from DB Schenker (Née EWS), Freightliner and DRS. And there’s a nice pub just outside the station supplying food (and real ales) when you get tired of watching trains.
Compared with Newport, where it’s all EWS 66s, Rugeley seems a variety of traction. This southbound Freightliner working has a pair veteran class 86s, still hard at work after 40 years. Other trains had DBS dual-voltage 92s, Freightliner 90s, and Freightliner and DRS 66s. One has to question why so much freight on this electrified route runs behind diesel traction.
The final weekend took me to my old home town of Slough, where my parents celebrated their Golden Wedding. This photo is from Saturday lunchtime, when the immediate family went to The House on the Bridge at Eton. There was a big party the following day at the church.
I don’t always stop to think how lucky I am that both my parents are still with is; especially when I think of the number of friends I have who are decades younger than me, but have lost one or both parents.
This last picture is one of those times when you see a good picture and just happen to have your camera with you. It’s the Thames at Windsor, where a huge gathering of swans had surrounded someone feeding them bread.
The second part of my holiday took me to from South Wales to the north of the country.
The first day was spent on the Welsh Highland Railway. I’d ridden the line three years ago, when it was open as far as Rhyd-Ddu, just short of the summit of the line. It’s now extended beyond Beddgelert through the famous Aberglaslyn pass to Hafod-y-Llyn, just a few miles short of the ultimate destination of Porthmadog.
The climb from Waunfawr up to Rhyd-Dhu is spectacular enough, but the descent down to Beddgelert is even more spectacular, as the line twists and turns Swiss-fashion to lose height. The final section is the most spectacular of all, as the line heads through the steep-sided valley of Aberglaslyn pass, with it’s unlined rock tunnels. Decades ago, on a wet family holiday, we walked along this route, though the long-abandoned tunnels. Amazing to ride through them on a train.
The WHR has come in for some criticism for not making any attempt to recreate this spirit of the original undercapitalised Colonel Stevens line, instead building a modern tourist railway suitable for the needs of the 21st century, using powerful ex-South African Garrett locomotives rather than the underpowed tank engines of the original line. But I think what they’ve built is a magnificent achievement.
There’s no forward connection from Hafod-y-Llyn, which is a temporary terminus in the middle of nowhere. So you have to ride the train back through Aberglaslyn pass to Beddgelert, where there’s quite a long wait for the bus for Porthmadog. Still, there are far worse places to spend a couple of hours, in the midst of some spectacular scenery.
Next morning, after a hearty breakfast at the Queen’s Hotel, I headed off for Harbour Station for a ride on the famous Ffestiniog railway. This is one of the longest established preserved railways, celebrating more than 50 years in this form. The locomotive for the day was double Fairlie David Lloyd George, not technically a preserved locomotive at all, since it was built as recently as 1979, albeit to a 19th century design.
Then it was the scenic Conwy Valley line to Llandudno Junction. This is one of the most scenic routes on the National Rail network, and really deserves to promoted better as such. I’d love to see a timetable that makes sensible connections with the Ffestiniog at Blaunau, using heritage rolling stock with windows that open. Not neccessily using steam; I think some first generation diesels would do just as well.
Breaking the journey at Bettws-y-Coed was probably a mistake. It’s a beautiful setting, but the place is an appalling tourist trap, full of tacky gift shops selling nothing but tat, and restaurants serving chips with everything. It’s the sort of tasteless commercialism of which I’m sure that Ayn Rand would have approved.
If you’re based in the north-west, this makes an excellent two-day trip – although it I was doing it again I’d probably stay overnight in Beddgelert and get the bus to Porthmadog in the morning, then take a later train on the Ffestiniog.
Been a while since I’ve blogged about anything much – been too busy doing things rather than blogging about them. So we’ll go back a few weeks to my week’s holiday in mid-September.
The week started with a gig, Panic Room at their home town in Swansea. On the previous tour I’d managed to get to several of the shows, but other commitments meant that this one was the only one of their short tour I could get to.
The Milkwood Jam is a funny venue, a sort of glass box on the top of the building. The band were as tight as ever, with great performances from all five members, and the sound was as good as can be expected for a smallish club venue.
With their new album Satellite written and recorded, new songs made up the bulk of the set, interspersed with a few favourites from the debut album. When I say new songs, quite a few of them have been in the set for a while, with the likes of “Sandstorms”, “Black Noise”, “Go” and “Yasumi” already becoming live favourites. The band are moving more in the direction of shorter, more direct songs rather than sprawling prog epics, and this material comes over very well live.
I took quite a few photos, but the lighting, with low levels and all the light coming from the side of the stage, meant the results were disappointing.
Monday was trains day, and a chance to use my new Sony 50mm Lens
Newport doesn’t quite have the volume of freight traffic I remembered from previous visits in the 80s and 90s, but there was still quite a bit of steel traffic. EWS class 66s seem to be ubiquitous nowadays; there weren’t any 60s to be seen. There were, though, a couple of loco-hauled passenger trains; an FGW Cardiff-Taunton top-and-tailed by a pair of 67s, and Arriva Wales Cardiff-Holyhead, complete with first class and a dining car, allegedly subsidised by the expense accounts of members of the Welsh Assembly (me, cynical?)
As with the Panic Room gig, I’ve uploaded some of the photos to my fotopic site.
While I was in Leicester on Saturday morning after Breathing Space’s gig the night before, I went for a walk around the city, and saw the famous bowstring bridge on the west side of the city.
This bridge is one of the last surviving bits of the Great Central’s London extension in Leicester. It’s scheduled for demolition to make room for an expansion of De Montford University’s sports department.
As chronicled on Jonathan Calder’s Liberal England blog, there’s been a strong local campaign to save the bridge, but it’s looking increasingly likely that Big Money and sports jocks are going to trump preservation of Britain’s victorian industrial heritage.
On Friday morning I got up a few minutes early to photograph the steam-hauled Scarborough Flyer on it’s way from Crewe.
I was expecting the advertised loco, A4 pacific 60009 “Union of South Africa”. But what turned up was LMS No 6201 “Princess Elizabeth”.
There were a lot of people on the station with cameras. I think I was probably the only one under the age of 65. I was certainly the only person wearing a DEMU “No Kettles” t-shirt.
I think having my camera die on my three days into my holiday was a blessing in disguise. I’d had a Fuji S1000, which I was never really happy with, and faced with an exposure meter fault that would cost more to repair than the camera was worth, I decided it was time to upgrade to the DLSR I should have bought a year ago.
None of this shopping around, poring over “Whatever SLR” and comparing rival cameras with similar specs; just a matter of what Jessops in Torquay had in stock that was within my budget.
I ended up with a Sony α200 with an 18-70 zoom lens, plus a 75-300 telephoto zoom, and after two weeks I can say I’m very happy with it so far. It did take a few failed photos to get used to the fact that it didn’t have the shutter delay which was a ‘feature’ of the bridge camera I had before. What you see in the viewfinder when you press the shutter is pretty much what you get in the picture; the autofocus is extremely fast.
So here’s some examples of what I took with it
The down platform at Lostwithiel in Cornwall is a classic shot for early to mid morning. Loco-hauled passenger trains are long-gone, but I find Voyagers are quite photogenic.
An EWS 66 moves sllowly across the crossing at Lostwithiel on a china clay train.
Testing what the 300mm telephoto can do. The train was something like half a mile away.
And of course it’s got to be able to handle indoor concert photography, which is one of the most challenging types of photography there is. This one of of Heather Findlay of Mostly Autumn at The Wharf in Tavistock. I took it at 3200 ASA handheld at something like 1/60th.
One from DEMU showcase on Saturday; another high ASA slow shutter speed handheld shot; I think I went down to 1/15th sec on this.
This camera is also a joy to use; all the buttons are clearly labelled and the menus are intuitive so that you don’t keep needing to refer to the manual to find out what something does, or how to something. After a year in which I took very few photographs, this camera has got me excited about photography again.
I’ve added some photos from my trip to Germany and Belgium. Not all of them are of trains; some contain scenery.
Some examples:
Intermodal on the busy line running alongside the east bank of the Rhine. This appears to be an ex-DR class 143, relatively rare on freight.
A kettle on the preserved Mariembourg to Treignes line. This loco later disgraced itself on the return journey, and had to be rescued by an SNCF BB63000 diesel.
Belgian class 27 electric at Charleroi, having just arrived on a rake of double-deck coaches.
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