Rolling blog. Engineering a day out…

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10:15.

I’ve decided to have an away day from the coast to head inland in order to photograph the railway engineering works  at Parbold.

To get there, I’m using the rail replacement coach service which runs from Southport to Wigan.

Spot on time, the 10:13 coach to Wigan arrives at Meols Cop to take me onwards. Only there’s one problem. The coach driver tells me he doesn’t actually stop at Parbold!

Apparently, due to poor planning, it’s not safe for large coaches to get to Parbold due to work on the level crossing that’s part of the rail blockade.

Instead, I’ll have to change at Burscough Bridge, where minibuses are being arranged to serve Parbold!

Ho hum!

Crossing the moss and the Leeds and Liverpool canal at Heatons Bridge on the way to Burscough

10:45.

Having made it as far as Burscough by coach I’m now kicking my heels for 30 mins waiting for an 11:01 minibus to Parbold. There’s nothing like integrated transport, and this is nothing like integrated transport.

My coach from Southport.

Having wandered over to the station were teams are cutting back vegetation further along the line towards Southport I’m now waiting for the bus whikst being entertained by a car crash in the adjacent Tesco car park, where an old lady has managed to reverse into another car – the owner of which is not best pleased! Fortunately little physical damage appears to be done.

11:10.

On the move again in a minibus that’s seen better days. They must have dug this one out of the back of the garage! The driver has a young lad riding shotgun. He’s there to open the door by hand as the mechanism’s knackered and decoupled. He’s also navigating on his phone, relaying directions to the driver.

This bus is an ‘all-shacks’, stopping at obscure stations like Hoscar en-route.

13:00.

I’ve been at the worksite (which is just East of Parbold station for the past couple of hours. Progress has been rapid. The Southport bound line has already been replaced and is almost ready to receive engineering trains which will allow the Wigan bound line to be torn up and renewed. Here’s a look at the work.

Looking towards Parbold station with the new Southport bound line already in place.
Looking in the opposite direction where workers are connecting the new and old sections of track together.
Workers gradually removing equipment and old rails from the worksite
Thumbs up from a Quattro RRV driver removing scrap rail.

I’ll hang around for another hour, then my plan is to head to Wigan.

15:50.

I’m finally on my way to Wigan. The delay was due to getting talking to rail workers involved in the blockade when they knew my history. I’ve actually worked on a couple of the same jobs with some of the older ones!  Then there was the shambolic rail replacement bus service, which has been altered yet again. Trying to find the actual stop was a challenge, despite contacting Northern assist via Twitter. They didn’t have the correct infornation either. Fortunately, there was a real live human from Arriva by a bus stop who put me right.

Now, after seeing areas of Wigan that I never knew existed I’m on the move again.  I hhad less than 10 minutes in the town, just long enough to catch Northern’s 16:14 to Headbolt Lane on Merseyside. It’s great to be back on a train – even if it’s a Class 150!

Hello (and goodbye) Wigan…

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27th July pictures of the day…

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Today I escaped from Southport – albeit briefly, through an excursion to Preston care of my eldest brother, John. He was driving over to do some shopping and checking out parking for a future excursion with his kids, so I joined him for the ride. We don’t see much of each other nowadays as our lives have diverged, but John was a huge support for me and for Lynn towards the end of her life.

Before John picked me up I’d time to check out what was going on with the railway line to Wigan. The line’s closed until Saturday due to engineering work at Parbold, but Network Rail have take the opportunity to chop back a lot of trees and bushes along the line in Southport between the site of the old St Lukes station and Meols Cop. The work certainly needs doing. This is why. Here’s how it looked in 2003.

Here’s the same area today, with an RRV trimming back the extensive tree growth that’s hidden the nearby houses completely.

The trip out to Preston was rather fun. I’ve never really explored the city that much, despite visiting on a regular basis over recent years. This time I got to see different sides of the town, including the ‘old’ (or rather rebuilt) market, which had a great Indian food stall as well as some excellent butchers and fruit and veg stalls.

Great curries, both veg and non-veg, and the Samosas are exellent.
Quality fruit and veg in Preston market.

As we were only a stone’s throw away it would have been rude not to visit a fantastic CAMRA national inventory pub – the grade 2 listed Black Horse for a ‘swifty’. The interior is stunning. Here’s some of the detail around the bar.

Now I’m back in Southport, drying off after getting a soaking. I’d made the mistake of walking into town, thinking the rain that had been forecast was never going to arrive. Bad move! It waited for me to begin walking back! Still, I’m not complaining, at least we’re getting rain – unlike a lot of the country.

Tomorrow I’ll be taking another trip out of Southport. This time to Parbold to (hopefully) have a look at the railway engineering work. Depending on other events I may make it a round trip via Wigan and Liverpool. We’ll see…

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And the word of the weekend is – Petrichor..

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Finally, after weeks of dry and scorching weather there’s been been a respite. The weekend has brought cooler weather, cloud cover and even some rain, although not yet in the quantities that will make a huge difference. Yesterday I was grateful for the canopies that line Lord St as they provided shelter from drizzle and bouts of heavier rain than swept the town during the afternoon. We were treated to petrichor, that wonderful odour of damp rocks and soil after a downpour. I’d almost forgotten what it smelled like. Sadly, the heavier rain that was meant to arrive overnight failed to materialise, although this morning the ground and windows betrayed the fact at least some water fell from the sky.

As I walked into town this afternoon I was hit by several brief showers, with the rain being blown into my face by the heavy gusts of wind we’ve experiencing today. They didn’t last for long. Next thing I knew the sun was out cracking the flags again – not what was expected at all.

Whilst I was in town I stopped in a pub to raise a glass to my old man. The Guest House was his regular. It was also a pub I learned how to drink in at the age of 16 as I was vouched for and was taught how to behave in mixed company. Something that just isn’t possible now.

Cheers Dad…
Funny how the Guest House reminds me of my local in Halifax, the Big 6.

I had another park bench exercise set in today’s programme which meant leaving town for the long walk up to Blowick. Wouldn’t you know it – just as soon as I started my routine the rain arrived, leaving me soaked, as I was buggered if I was going to let it interfere with my set. Of course, as soon as I’d finished the skies cleared again! On the bright side, this rain has made a real difference to the park and the young trees that I’ve been trying to help save. The grass is starting to recover already and the majority of the trees look a lot less stressed.

How quickly grass recovers. If only trees did.

Tomorrow I’m on the move again in more ways than one. I’ll be heading back to my sisters as the friend I’ve been staying with no longer needs the pleasure of my company. That’s not a bad thing, honestly! Plus, I’ll be visiting Preston with my eldest brother, who’s invited me along for a day out, so expect some different adventures – and pictures.

In the meantime, here’s a few other shots from today…

I passed these two crashed (and seemingly abandoned) cars on Eastbank St bridge this morning. Looks like someone’s been having fun.
Looking out to sea across the Marine lake earlier. Rain? What rain?

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Southport memories. ‘Steamport’ and the old Meols Cop electric car sheds…

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I’ve been spending a lot of time in the Blowick/Meols Cop area of Southport recently. It’s and area I grew up in because until I started primary school my week was spent with my maternal grandmother so that my parents could concentrate on their business and my two older brothers as there was an age gap between them and I. ‘Nanna’ lived in Cobden Rd, in sight and smell of the gasworks and the railways out to Wigan. I could glimpse steam engines pass by if I ran upstairs to her back bedroom, where i could catch glimpses of them through the gaps in the houses. Ironically, my sister now lives just the other side of the railway, although you’re hard-pressed to see anything due the the tree cover that hides the line nowadays.

‘Nanna’ was always taking us for walks, so I got to explore a lot of the local area. one area that fascinated me was the old Meols Cop car sheds, where the Liverpool-Southport electric trains were maintained. The adjacent line to Preston had already closed, having finished in 1964, but coal trains still ran up the line to Hesketh park station and the sheds remained open until 1969.

Here’s a link to the ‘disused stations’ website which tells you all about the car sheds and surrounding railways and includes some fascinating old photographs.

The area’s very different today. You’d be forgiven for not knowing such a hive of railway activity had even existed. Now the area’s woodland and the site of a school.

I have a personal link and memories to the electric car sheds, which is through the old ‘Steamport, Southport‘ museum which once occupied the old locomotive depot adjacent to Southport station. As a very young teenager way back in the early 1970s I was one of the founding members. One of the first major tasks was to secure the loco shed. It had never been fitted with doors, but the closure of the electric car sheds presented us with the opportunity to acquire some. BR gave us permission to salvage stuff from the car shed, which included the large wooden doors. The only problem was how to move them. Now, this was in the early days of railway preservation, when ingenuity and muscle power could make things happen which modern Health and Safety simply wouldn’t allow.

So, one Sunday morning a band of us turned up on site at Meols Cop. One chap had brought a gas-axe, and soon a couple of the doors had been cut down. I can’t remember the exact method, but it was ‘inventive’. But how to transport the doors? We didn’t have a vehicle big enough? What we did have was one of the old iron-wheeled station trollies that used to be used on most LMS stations for moving parcels. We managed to load one of the doors onto it and pushed and pulled it through the streets of Southport back to Ste½amport. The iron wheels of the trolley left some interesting trails on the tarmac roads as we passed.As you can imagine, the whole process involved a lot of sweat, scatching of heads – and a fair bit of invective. I may have learned a few new words that day! Plus, Southport may be flat, but the most direct route involved a fair few railway bridges. Crazy, but fun! Such was railway preservation in those days.

Eventually, the doors were fitted to Steamport, giving us a secure shed. They were still there when the shed became derelict once more – as this January 2000 picture shows.

Here’s a few modern day pictures of the area around the car shed, taken this past week.

A pair of Class 150s heading to Wigan pass the site of Meols Cop Junction which trailed off to the right. The area behind was full of sidings with the car sheds behind.
769424 passes over what used to be Hawkshead St Junction which led off to the left. This was the line to Preston, with the car sheds in middle.
The Northen junction towards Preston? The footbridge over the railway was replaced decades ago. This is the view from the footpath now.

Sadly, I don’t have any photographs from those long-gone days, which is a shame. But I’m sure that some exist, somewhere…

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22nd July picture(s) of the day…

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I’ve had a busy few days here in Southport, flitting between my sister’s and an old friend, whom I’m currently keeping company so that she’s not alone in the house at night. Of course, this means I’m keeping getting my steps in (over 30k covered today).

Having spent the early morning editing pictures and sorting out emails I had an appointment in town. Should have gone to Specsavers? I certainly had – and today it was time to pick up my new glasses. They’re not dissimilar in design to my old ones but the prescription is weaker. One thing I’d never realised is that – as you get older, you don’t always become more short-sighted. This is the second time I’ve had an eye-test and prescription that is milder than the last. the real bonus for me is that my ‘old’ glasses were knackered due to the photochromatic reaction breaking down. It was like looking through badly cleaned windows. Hardly a great thing for someone who’s a photographer and spends a lot of time outdoors and in sunny climbs. Let’s just hope these ones last longer than my last pair.

Having got my new ‘bins’ I spent time shopping before heading to my sisters where I swapped food for water. Why? Because for the past couple of weeks I’ve been trying to keep some young saplings in the local park alive. They’ve only recently been planted and have got terribly stressed during this hot weather. I go to the park to use the gym equipment there, so watering the trees is no big chore. Besides, carrying 8 liters of water per trip just adds to the exercise.

Having sweated over bench presses and trees I returned to Anne’s to cook a chicken Korma which was split between the two households. back at my current residence the two of us shared it before sitting down to reminisce in two very different ways I’ve known ‘P’ since the 1980s when we all frequented the same pub in Southport and partied at her and her husband’s house. What was of no significance all those years ago was that she was raised in Rishworth, West Yorkshire. Now that I’ve been living down the road in Halifax for the past 16 years and can share Yorkshire memories adds a whole new dimension to our conversations!

Tomorrow looks like another family orientated day, but for now I’ll leave you with a couple of pictures.

I don’t often publish pictures of myself but here’s me and my new glasses in all their glory. Yeah, I know – the flowers behind are far more attractive!
Staying alive…This is the row of saplings I’m trying to get through the drought. Fortunately, we have rain forecast for the weekend. It can’t come soon enough.

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19th July picture(s) of the day…

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Another week ends and another chapter begins. My time in Marshside is over. Anne and Steve have returned from their break in Croatia so I’m moving again as I go from cat sitting to people sitting (long story). Right now I’m back at my sisters, helping out with a few chores before my next adventure.

the weather here in Southport has remained wall to wall sunshine, which is lovely if you enjoy the outdoors and getting a tan. It’s also been fabulous for the golf and the Open has been in town all week. Oddly, despite the numbers of people it draws in, the place has never felt overrun, Far from it. Whilst I’ve avoided Hillside and the areas around the Royal Birkdale course, if you went North of the town centre to places like Churchtown you’d have no idea anything special was happening.

Now the golf is over, although it’ll take a few days for the logistics to wind down and everything to be cleared away. Who won? I’ve no idea!

My day’s been taken up by caring for some recently planted trees on a local park which are feeling the stress from a lack of water. The park contains some exercise machines that I’ve been using several times a week, so I’ve taken to carrying bottles of water with me to give the trees some liquid relief. I’m not sure all are going to survive, but I’m doing my best.

The trees I’m trying to keep alive.

Apart from that I’ve been continuing my perambulations around town, watching what’s going on. Southport seems to be undergoing somewhat of a cultural revival, with all sort of events being staged. Today it was the turn of the old bandstand on Lord St. It’s been restored and the past couple of Sundays have seen various music events laid on.

A great group of schoolkids playing a mix of rock and folk. Sadly, I didn’t catch their name.

In fact – thinking about it – Southport’s has a lot of live music going on, and all of it for free. On Saturday there were craft stalls and a music stage outside the old market hall.

Then there’s the Northern end of Lord St, which is popular with buskers, and you can often catch acts outside this bar in the backstreets.

This spell of dry and sunny weather’s predicted to last until next weekend, so let’s enjoy it whilst we can. I’ve a busy day ahead of me tomorrow, but I’m hoping to get a trip away from the seaside later in the week, let’s see…

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15th July picture of the day…

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My feline alarm clock failed this morning as the cat chorus demanding food slept on after 06:00, leaving me to have a blissful extra hour in bed. Maybe they’re feeling the heat too? That extra time was much needed as my AI coach was warning me that I’ve been doing too much on too little sleep, so I’ve had chance to make up for it.

Having fed said moggies I adjourned to the kitchen for coffee and a catch-up with the world via my laptop before knuckling down to work. It’s been a productive day. I’ve cleared more of my backlog of pictures that need editing and loading onto my Zenfolio website – and written an article for RAIL magazine. On top of that I’ve explored the marshes – and walked into Southport, despite the beating sun and heat. The town centre’s busy today as the 154th golf open at Royal Birkdale is starting to get into full swing. Sorry, no pun intended! Visitors are flocking in, but thankfully a certain orange American is absent – he’s too busy bombing Iran and this level of golf is way out of his league.

To add to the fun we have England playing Argentina in the football world cup, which is adding more trade for the pubs and bars in the town centre. I’ve eschewed all that and walked home for another quiet night in after clocking up another 25k steps. Instead of getting worked up about sport I’m continuing to work on clearing my backlog of pictures to edit – which includes today’s picture. Here’s another beach picture, but this isn’t Southport. This is the Cumbrian coast on the way to Ravenglass when I was doing 3 peaks by rail last month.

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14th July picture(s) of the day…

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Today’s been another hot and dry one here in Southport, although I’ve been nowhere near the town today. Nor have I got a ridiculous amount of steps in. Instead, I’ve spent much of it sitting in Steve’s kitchen, working and listening to Planet Rock on the radio.

Mind you, my days start early here. I get a feline alarm call around 06:00 when ‘Hubble’ or ‘Toil’ wander into the bedroom, demanding breakfast. So, today seemed like an ideal one to work, go for a walk to the local shops and let my body rest – exactly what my AI fitness trainer is telling me to do, so working in the cool of the kitchen with the occasional foray into the garden to break the monotony of picture editing was just what I needed as temperatures reached 26 degrees here today, but the forecast is for the weather to gradually cool over the next few days. Which is no bad thing – although the sun will remain strong. There’s no prediction of much needed rain for another week.

I’m expecting another early alarm call in the morning thanks to my feline friends so it’s an early night for me with more working from ‘home’ in prospect tomorrow.

In the meantime here’s an interesting contrast between pictures. I’ve finished editing all my London shots from the other week, which included pictures from Clapham Junction, only with a very different skyline to the one I used to remember. That set me thinking and trawling through the archives. I didn’t have enough time to find and exact match, but here’s how it looks now – and how it looked in 1995. See if you can recognise the buildings that appear in both pictures – although they’ve been reclad in the intervening years.

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Becoming a ‘Marshsider’, for now…

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After the fun of photographing orangemen’s day on Saturday I relocated to a different district of Southport. A place called Marshside, which is on the coast North of the town centre. There’s a clue in the name! I’m presently cat-sitting for my sister’s partner Steve, whilst he and Anne enjoy a week in Croatia. I’m now looking after Hubble, Toil and Blackjack, three cats with very different characters. My time here will allow me to crack on with some work as there’s really not a lot to do around here other than enjoy the walks, views across the marshes to the sea and watch the abundant birdlife as the area’s an RSPB reserve. It takes over an hour from here to walk the three miles into town along the coast road, but it’s a lovely walk – and flat so very different to home in West Yorkshire. Here you can see for miles with nothing to obstruct your view. In a clear day Blackpool Tower and the ‘big dipper’ at the fairground are easily visible across the Ribble estuary. A simple out and back walk gets me more than my daily quota of steps. Add in a bit of shopping and you’re talking 25-30k steps (12-15 miles). The weather here is still hot and sunny, but being by the sea we have a cool breeze which takes the edge off things. Here’s a few pictures from the past couple of days. to give you a flavour.

Whilst I’ve been here I’ve been catching up with picture editing, adding dozens of new images to my Zenfolio picture website. You can find out which galleries they’ve been added to by following this link.

The coastal road looking towards Southport with a pier a speck in the distance. In the 1960s we helped build this road. In those days it was done piecemeal. people were allowed to dump whatever hardcore they had they wanted to get rid of on the site and a council bulldozer levelled it and gradually extended the embankment along the route, getting the road built on the cheap!
Looking across the Ribble estuary with Blackpool Tower prominent. But don’t be fooled. The town you can see is actually Lytham St Annes. The coast curves which means you can’t actually see Blackpool itself.
The sleeping Southport pier, the 2nd longest in the UK. Work has started to reopen it to the public once again. See link.
There’s still a lot of old chimney pots in Southport, which give an interesting clue as to a building’s history and age. These are on the North end of Lord St.
Odin’s teeth! when the hell was Valhalla built by the Mogul Emperors?

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Southport: The 12th July’s come early…

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Why? Becasue today the Orange lodges parade in Southport instead of the traditional 12th of July as the 12th is a Sunday and they’re not allowed to march.

What’s this all about I hear you ask? well, Southport is one of the last towns that allow the Protestant Orange order to hold marches. The history is complicated, but here’s an explanation.

Now, ignoring politics and religion, I remember watching these parades since I was a kid. They were always a feature of summer in Southport. That said, I haven’t seen one since the early 1980s before I moved to London. I always meant to come back and photograph one, but stuff always got in the way. Today, I got that chance.

They’re a lot smaller than I remember. Back in the 1970s special trains would arrive from Glasgow, carrying pipe band and all manner of supporters. The rail network would be packed with supporters arriving from Manchester and especially Liverpool.

Now it all seems a bit more sedate and a lot smaller. My local pub (the Old Ship Inn) would host one of those Scottish pipe bands, who would turn up and pipe outside before requesting admittance from Monica, the landlady. after which they’d be hosted in a room upstairs whilst the pub would be swamped with their supporters. I’d volunteer as a glass collector, and a jolly (and pissed) time was had by all.

Today’s procession mostly arrived by coach, and there’s no pipe bands, sadly. But I’ll hang around in town until they leave later in order to get picture. Here’s the first few,

It’s 11:00…
I always remember the leader of these bands performing amazing stunts with their staffs as they were thrown high in the air and caught – sometimes behind their backs.

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