Today’s been another long one here at Bigland Towers, the pair of us have been working from home (upstairs and down) which means we keep meeting up in the kitchen to swap those ‘watercooler moments’ you get in mainstream offices. Admittedly, I have managed to me more mobile than Dee and nip out to do some shopping as well as get my daily steps under my belt. The weather’s certainly been conducive to working at home. It’s not that we’ve had torrential rain (nice for a change) more that it’s been dull and rather dismal – although there’s signs of life in the garden with plants poking their heads above ground, promising lushness to come. I can’t wait – I’ve had my fill of winter, the thought of spring fills me with joy.
Talking of Spring, the office ‘spring clean’ is reaching its end. There’s mounds of old paperwork stacked up in front of the shredder (which has been working overtime) whilst the office bookcase is looking decidedly empty. I’ve also discovered stacks of old photographs stashed away in various files, which included today’s picture, which in some ways seems like a different world. It’s certainly from a different railway age. It was taken at Penzance on the 13th August 2003, almost 21 years ago…
Myself and a group of fellow railway journalists and photographers were guest of Virgin Trains on a rather special adventure. Having rendezvoused in Aberdeen two nights before where we were entertained by Virgin PR staff including the irrepressible Alan McLean we’d travelled down from Penzance on what was the longest single railway journey in the UK – from Aberdeen to Penzance in a day, crossing three of the railways most famous bridges on one trip – The Tay, Forth and Royal Albert bridge at Saltash. In those days the service was still operated by HSTs (Voyagers were yet to take over). Virgin though it would make an interesting press trip – and who were we to disagree? We jumped at the chance! Having enjoyed a second night of Virgin’s hospitality we were making our way back to Birmingham where the group would disband to head off to our individual abodes. In my case – London.
I wrote up the trip for RAIL magazine. On board I’d met what could have been Britain’s longest regular commuters. Two fishermen from Buckie on the Moray Firth travelled down to Penzance to join their Scallop boat for the season. They’d do the round trip once a fortnight.
Here’s our HST ready to depart Penzance, working the 09:15 back to Edinburgh.
As I gradually digitise these old prints I’ll add a few memories to the daily pictures. I hope you’ll enjoy the stories.
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Quite literally! I’ve been woken several times through the night by howling wind beating against the front of the cottage as it blows, unobstructed across the valley. By 05:30 I decided there was no point in trying to get back to sleep so I’m already out and about, finishing my preparations for heading to London via a roundabout route – depending on what damage the latest storm may have done to the railways. At the moment our local line seems to be running fine apart from the odd cancellation, so we’ll see…
08:30.
I’m heading West today so the trip’s started with a walk downhill to Sowerby Bridge. The winds abated and there’s clear skies over the valley on what promises to be a lovely day – not that I’ll be around to see it. I’m currently on the 08:02 to Manchester which is worked by a pair of 2-car Class 158s.
First train of the day…
It’s a quiet train. Well, at least it is in the front car! That said, we’ve just crossed the Pennines to call at Littleborough where there’s a healthy number of passengers waiting for us.
10:30.
Having strolled across an unusually subdued Manchester city centre from Vic to Picc I caught a train to my next change point. Crewe. The station’s been a long-time haunt of mine. I first started comming here on my own as a young teenager. Needless to say – it’s changed a bit since 1973! My stay was brief – just long enough to grab a couple of shots and pick up my onward connection to my next port of call, Wolverhampton.
The Crewe station canopies were in a lot better condition in the 1970s. At least they had glass in them then!
I’m currently travelling on a London North-western Class 350. They’re fine as regional trains go but a bit plain vanilla nowadays. They don’t have tables, plug-sockets or USB ports, which is a bit ‘retro’ in 2024 but the seats (even if they are 3+2) are comfortable enough.
14:30.
I’m gradually making it down (or Up in railway parlence) along the West Coast Main Line. Delays were to be expected and one happened before Birmingham International where we were trapped for 13 mins by a new train that was on test but that had failed. Here’s the culprit.
“hello control. That new train you gave me? I’ve broken it”!
Next stops were bittersweet as they contain a lot of memories. First off was Coventry where I admired the classic 1960s station and looked askance at the modern (souless) addition which seems to be more a carpark with ticket barriers than a station.
Want atmosphere? Bring Oxygen tanks…
I hopped from Coventry to Rugby, a place I had a lot of happy connections with and where I spent Xmas and Boxing day 2005 stood in the tracks as the big blockade to rebuild the lines all went horribly wrong. A lot of the atmosphere has gone since I first got to know it. The cafe/bar on the island platform’s long gone…
Still, there’s always something of interest passing through and the station sees regular test trains as the new Class 730s are ‘run in’ like this one.
Not broken…
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I’m preparing to head off to Birmingham which could be fun as the wind has been howling outside all night. At least it’s not been rattling the windows (we’ve had ’em all replaced) but I could be propelled on my way to the station this morning! I may need a hard hat for more than one reason today.
07:30.
My walk to the station was spent dodging the detritus of the latest storm. Stepping over failed fence panels and blown over safety fencing whilst crunching the odd tree branch underfoot. Atop Spring Edge I was entertained by the contents of people’s upturned recycling bins. Caught in vortices they danced and pranced like fighting cocks!
At least the rain held off until I was in sight of the station as an umbrella in this weather would have been an exercise in futility.
Now I’m aboard Northern’s 07:20 to Leeds made up of a pair of 2-car Class 195s. It’s a busy train carrying workers and students into either Bradford or Leeds.
At least the vestibules are roomy on 195s…
08:45.
Oh, joy! I’m ‘doing a Jeremy Corbyn’ in a vestibule of Cross-Country’s 08:11 from Leeds to Bristol via Birmingham. It’s a rammed 4-car Voyager, completely unsuitable and inadequate for modern Intercity travel between some of our major cities.
At least the toilet we’re forced to stand next to isn’t stinking. Yet…
What makes me angry? This is all we have for the forseeable future because of the incompetent bunch in charge of the country. In 9 years time we *should* have had a modern, high-capacity, high-speed railway opening, but the Tories cancelled it and ‘Mr helicopter’ Rishi Sunak then wrnt on to can the alternative via Manchester. Another irony? Due to more government penny-pinching the trains that used to provide extra capacity on this line have all been sold off and are now running in Mexico!
09:00.
Whoopee! At Sheffield I managed to find a perch in a luggage rack in coach C. It’s mayhem as people try to claim their reserved seats in a car were there’s far more punters than cushions.
10:55.
Arrived. And so it starts…
13:00.
Here’s a taster of what I’m seeing.
West Midlands Mayor Andy Street gave several interviews to TV companies as he celebrated the official launch of construction of the station at Curzon St.
17:15.
Wow! What a fascinating day. Whilst one section of the media came and went by lunchtime as they were only there to cover West Midlands Mayor Andy Street’s speech on the official start of work on Curzon St station (and words on the future of HS2 to Manchester) the rest of us hung on for a full tour of the site which included a reip up yo the train deck as well as a wander to the South-Eastern end of the site where two massive bridges (one already under construction) will cross over road and rail links. Some of the facts and figures of construction were amazing. Like many HS2 sites, what uou see above ground is like the tip of an iceberg. I’ll be adding some more pics later.
Right now I’m heading North via Cross-Country again, only this time via Manchester…
22:00.
Home again! On my way home I stopped off to see an old friend and colleague who was staying in Stockport for work. We had time for a quick drink and catch up before I made my way back into Manchester to swap between stations to make my way home. Having already completed more than 25,000 steps I was very happy with Dawn’s offer to pick me up from the station and save me making that 30k!
Now i’m preparing to switch off for the evening but I did promise I’d post a last couple of shots from today’s visit, so here they are – shot on my new Z9.
We were given access to the bridge decks, which gives a very different view of the site. This is the second deck away from the existing West Coast Main Line into New St. In a few years time I’d be standing in the middle of the ‘four foot’! One of the massive weathered steel viaduct supports made in Bolton, Lancashire and assembled on site before being welded together. The details of the construction of these piers is quite a story. The tolerances involved in some of it is as little as 1mm.
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Not a bad start to the week! Today we have wall to wall sunshine in the Calder Valley – and sub-zero temperatures to go with it! It’s currently -1 which has warmed up since first thing when it was -3. Despite the cold I’ve been tempted out with the camera as this weather’s too good to waste. I’d like to have got out earlier but I had too much to do. Maybe tomorrow. Right now I’m on my way to Liverpool via Manchester for a flying visit to try and catch the last Class 508 remaining in service – and hopefully grab a shot of 507001 if its running.
13:40.
I broke my journey at Newton-le-Willows to check out the work extending the station’s platforms. Currently tthey can only cope with four-car trains, which is a bit awkward when 5-car TPE services call. Like this one I’m on now.
It seems odd to think this station was once a ‘Motorail’ hub. The Manchester bound platform extension is being built over the site of the old ‘Motorail’ loading bay. Here’s a better view of the work.
16:00.
Bloody hell, it’s cold! I made it to Liverpool at the same time as patchy clouds blew in from the West, which caused a slight rethink. I decided to concentrate on trying to get shots of the last Class 508 as it’s already living on borrowed time as it was due to have been withdrawn the other week. Knowing it was on the New Brighton vircuit I opted to ‘ambush’ it at Liverpool Central then catch it out to the Wirral with the hope of getting some sunshine shots. Sadly, the low sun and clouds didn’t play ball. Still, I managed a few controlled light shots at Central and Conway Park. Frustratingly, the unit has suffered a crap graffiti attack on one of the driving cars. Ho hum.
508104 calls at Birkenhead North on its way back into Liverpool after working to New Brighton.The return working to New Brighton seen at Conway Park. The half-arsed attempt at graffiti can be seen on the front car. It’s a shame but as the unit only has a day or so left in service before it goes for scrap I can’t see it being cleaned off.
16:50.
I hung around Liverpool long enough to get a handful of library shots then decided to call it a day and head home as I’ve had some picture requests from a magazine that need my attention, plus, it ain’t getting any warmer! Right now I’m on one of Northern’s all-stations services to Manchester Victoria via Earlestown that would have been worked by Class 319s but are now 331s. It’s a busy train but I’ve managed to blag a seat at a table to set up the laptop and begin sorting out today’s pictures. I’ll add some later when I get home.
21:15.
I’m home and thawing out whilst editing a few of today’s pictures. Here’s a small selection as promised.
The new order. 777006 at Liverpool Central earlier today with a service to Ellesmere Port.The last of its class. 508104 should already have been withdrawn but it has had a charmed life and hangs on. Latest news is that it will be stood down at the end of services on Tuesday 16th January. Here it is working the 14:35 from Liverpool Central to New Brighton.777019 approaches Birkenhead North with a service to new Brighton. Despite what the destination blind says, 777005 was very much in service on the New Brighton line. PIS failures are a common and confusing fault on the new trains. The old order hangs on. Here’s 507010 working the 16:03 service to New Brighton, seen at Liverpool Lime St.
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After my recent travels I’m having a quiet weekend at home here at Bigland Towers, editing all the pictures I’ve taken, getting some out to clients and preparing the research for my next series of RAIL articles, plus pitching for other work. There’s certainly been plenty to keep me occupied – including household chores and routine maintenance to the cottage, which has been made possible now we’ve hit a dry patch. That said, the weather’s turning increasingly cold and the media is full of forecasts (some of dubious provenance and reliability – but enough of the daily Express!) of impending snow storms and apocalyptic conditions. We’ll see. I wouldn’t mind the chance to update some snow pictures, but it’s moot if I can’t get out of the house!
One thing the dry conditions have aided me in is the ability to hit all my January exercise targets which are going along with my month-long holiday from alcohol. That’s not proved to be the problem I thought it might. My willpower’s remained strong. But abstinence is starting to get a tad boring. The thing about being a real-ale drinker is that there’s so much variety. However, much as Adnams ‘Ghost Ship’ 0.5% is a reasonable substitute for a proper pint, variety is lacking. I may have to take a trip to Sainsbury’s and buy some of their low-alcohol Infinite session IPA which comes in cans. Abstinence from alcohol aside, there’s plenty to look forward to in the next couple of weeks with jobs around the country. All will be revealed in rolling blogs as they happen.
Right now it’s time to call it a day and put my feet up with Dawn and enjoy a spot of escapist TV, so I’ll leave you with today’s picture. Here’s one of Chiltern’s old ‘Thames Turbo’ trains that I travelled on earlier in the week. It’s seen at Marylebone station in London. Now, I ran this question as a quiz on Twitter, some people got the answer, but many didn’t.
What makes Marylebone unique amongst London’s terminal stations?
I’ll post the answer on Monday. There’s no prize for the correct answer – just the opportunity to show off your ‘inner anorak’!
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04:15, what a time to be alive! Well, half asleep really as that was the time my alarm clock went off this morning. Dragging my bones out of bed I had an hour to prepare and get myself out of the door before beginning my walk to the station. To be honest, it was one of the best strolls I’ve had for a while. I was in no hurry and the weather was mild (3 degrees) and dry. Whilst strolling up the hill to Spring Edge I looked back across the Calder Valley and the lights of Sowerby Bridge which looked lovely and peaceful. I was momentarily confused when I saw the lights of a 6-car train wending its way below me as nothing should have been running. Then it revved up its engines and the distinctive deep roar reverberating across a sleepy valley gave away the fact this was a pair of Trans-Pennine Class 185s on a diversion. I didn’t pass a soul on the way into town. Even the dog-walkers and their pets were still abed. Even the roads were quiet with just the occasional motorist around. Actually, it really was a good time to be alive…
The centre of Halifax at 05:30. Not a creature was stirring…
Now I’m on Northern’s 05:59 to Leeds. Despite the hour it’s a busy train. Dozens of folk were waiting to catch it at Halifax and many more have joined at Bradford Interchange. Of the 15 seats in the back of the rear car 11 are occupied. I suspect they may fill up before Leeds…
06:50.
My Hebden Bridge – Leeds train was early into Leeds, a rare event as normally you expect to be held outside waiting for a platform, but at this time of day there’s less chance of delays having accrued. This was fortunate as I managed to get ahead of myself by 20 minutes as I made a connection with LNER’s 06:40 to Kings Cross. I’ve now got the mobile office set up in a table bay ready to catch up with the day. At this point I’ve realised the flask of coffee I made to bring with me is still sitting on the kitchen work surface back at home. Bugger! Off to the on-board shop it is then…
08:25.
The arrival of dawn coincided with us passing Peterborough at speed. Supposedly, the days are getting longer but that’s not how it felt today. Now we’re bowling along South of St Neots in half-light past flooded fields that bare testament to just how much rain we’ve been having these past couple of months. The sun’s doing its best to break through the low, patch cloud so I’m optimistic we might get some good weather in Wendover by the time I get there. In the meantime, it’s warm and cosy aboard this train for the next 20 odd minutes before we reach London…
08:30.
I’m always fascinated by the way the weather works. After passing Hitchin we crossed into what’s obviously been a cold front. Everywhere (houses, cars and fields) is coated in a layer of frost so thick you could almost mistake it for a light dusting of snow. What a difference to the mild weather I had on my walk this morning!
08:40.
We’re in the North London suburbs. Having broken through the layer of cloud bordering the capital we’re once more enjoying clear blue skies.
09:55.
On arrival at Kings Cross I transferred to the ‘tube’, or in this case the old Metropolitan line which isn’t a tube at all. An uncrowded train deposited me at Baker St, a station whose architecture and detail I’ve always admired. I was in no hurry so whilst humming Gerry Rafferty’s musical homage I took pictures of the remnants of a more genteel and less rushed age.
Now I’m at Marylebone, waiting for my train to depart, having swum against the tide of incoming commuters. Marylebone has always been the odd one out of London’s termini. It still is today as it’s the only one that’s purely diesel powered – with no sign of electrification in sight…
10:40.
Almost there. The journey onChiltern’s been fine but by God their old ‘Thames Turbo’ fleet is looking tired. The seat coverings are threadbare, vestibule doors are missing and the whole train needs a damned good clean.
17:00.
Apologies for absence but it’s been another busy (if Baltic) day looking at the start of the Wendover viaduct deck push-out. I’ll describe it in more detail later, right now I’m on a train from Banbury into Birmingham have explored a couple of other HS and E-W rail sites with a friend (Chris Howe). In the meantime, here’s a couple of pictures to be getting on with.
The Wendover viaduct looking South. In the background (below the crane) is Jones’ Hill wood.The view from atop one of the bridge pillars looking North towards Wendover. Looking South from atop the same pillar. The construction site is long and very narrow. The track to the left is the haul road used for moving spoil from further South to be reused North of Wendover.
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It’s the start of another week here at Bigland Towers but, having finally digested all the Xmas turkey and other largesse, the country’s beginning to shake off the festive lethargy, which means I’ll be travelling to press events again, starting on Wednesday. Today, I wasn’t going anywhere. It’s been bleedin’ Baltic here in the valley. We may have escaped the floods and flurries of snow that have affected other parts of the country but the mercury’s remained huddled at the bottom of the thermometer so most of my day’s been spent glued to a computer screen in the office apart from a foray down into Sowerby Bridge to post the latest batch of eBay sales. Returning home in a biting wind made me decide it’s time to break out the winter woolies – especially as the forecast is for temperatures to continue to drop over the next week. Despite my Viking ancestry, I’m suited to sunny climes, not this sort of weather! Maybe we should rename this the colder Valley…
Still, I’ve had an interesting diversion from the UK climate in some of the old slides I’ve been scanning. I’m on the last few dozen from my round the world trip in 1997-1999. These are of Nepal and trekking in the Himalayas. They’ve brought back lots of fond memories as some of them I’ve not looked at for decades. Sadly, with the fact they’re 26 years old, several of the faces in them are no longer with us. They’ve made me realise just how precious time is. The last of the pictures will be scanned and edited by the end of the week when you’ll be able to find them all in this gallery on my Zenfolio website. But, in the meantime, today’s picture is another taster.
We’d joined a Dutch friend (Axel) who lived in Goa, India on a trek he ran in Nepal to raise money for a Nepalese charity that he and his Partner Lucie ran. The charity funded projects in the remote village of Barpak in the Gorkha district of Nepal. The treks (which lasted 10 days) took you from Gorkha to Barpak and beyond up into the Himalayas just short of the snow level. It was arduous and the accomodation was either in tents, local homes or the occasional basic hotel. One night our little band stopped in someone’s half built house. Needless to say, we became a curiosity for the local youngsters. There was no TV and certainly no mobile phones to keep them entertained, so why not watch us? I turned the tables and took this photo, here’s me watching them, watching us as we cooked our evening meal.
I often wonder what happened to people we met on or worldwide wanderings. How many of these young girls now have families of their own? Did any of them ever move from that village as most people never do.
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Miracle of miracles – we’ve had a whole day without rain here in the Calder valley! Not only that, we’ve also had blue skies and this strange round shiny yellow thing hanging around in them. Admittedly, it’s also been bloody cold but – hey, I’ll take it over the alternative!
After a morning sorting out pictures and paperwork indoors the dry weather allowed me to spend several hours catching up on exterior chores such as clearing mounds of slippy, wet leaves from the front and back of the cottage which has allowed me to get a ladder out safely and clear the guttering at the back of the property, ready for the next deluge. It’s lovely being surrounded by trees but they don’t half create some work in the autumn/winter! Whilst I was attacking the guttering I had the chance to check on the bird boxes I’d put up at the back of the house a couple of years ago. We’ve had plenty of prospective tenants but no-one’s ever nested. In close inspection I found some feathered friends had been trying to enlarge the holes in order to take up occupancy, so a job for tomorrow is to enlarge the openings and give ’em the chance to claim squatters rights.
The stone flags at the front of the cottage are still too slippy for ladders but we’re meant to have another sunny day tomorrow and a balmy 3 degrees so conditions should be good by lunchtime, allowing me to give the front of the cottage the same treatment as well as try to establish where our front porch is leaking from. It’s a lovely decorative stone feature but it was a later Victorian add-on to the original building so prone to water ingress. Whatever, there’s plenty to keep me occupied tomorrow which will help me meet my boosted exercise targets. I’ve ticked every box so far this year including ‘dry January’, so I’m feeling chuffed with myself. Plus, a bit of sunshine’s always a mood-lifter.
One of this morning office jobs was to crack on with finishing off some slide scanning which has provided today’s picture and look on life in a very different world. Forget supermarkets and pre-packaged fruit and veg. Here’s a local shop in Durbar Square, Kathmandu, Nepal, seen in April 1998. Give me this rather than self-checkouts any day…
You can find many more pictures from Nepal and the rest of this 1997-99 Odyssey here.
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To be honest, I’m not sad to see 2023 go. It’s hardly been the best of times so this blog’s going to resemble the proverbial Curate’s egg – good in parts!
Admittedly, 2023 started well for me as I spent the first couple of months of it indulging my lifelong passion for travel by wandering solo through haunts old and new in Singapore, Malaysia and Thailand. It was a joyous experience to get away and spend time in a part of the world I’ve loved for over 30 years, although at times it made me realise how much the UK is slipping behind other developed countries. Watching Singapore investing billions in continuing to improve it’s public transport infrastructure whilst hearing that the Conservatives were continuing to prune back HS2 construction in Britain was a classic example. The same story was playing out in Malaysia and Thailand. There was new construction everywhere I went – and long-term planning too – another thing absent in the UK.
Returning to the UK in March I got back into the swing of things and recording and reporting on the UK railway scene, which was mixed to say the least. Beset by industrial unrest, a lack of a rolling stock strategy and what must be the most anti-rail Government and PM we’ve seen for decades, it was a torrid time. However, I feel enormously privileged as a railway journalist to have the access I have to people, places and events – such as covering the continued construction and progress on building HS2. Well, the bits that Rishi Sunak hasn’t stymied for now – but more of that later…
Other bright spots in the year were several holidays. A group of us (‘the 5 from the 6’ – a reference to our local pub, the Big 6) had a break in Istanbul at the beginning of May. It’s a city and country I’d never visited before but I’d certainly return. The people were welcoming and entertaining whilst the city has a fascinating history and a real vibrancy – as you’d expect from somewhere that straddles both Europe and Asia. Back in the UK, Dawn and I (along with her parents) had holidays in North Norfolk and also Cambridgeshire – an old haunt of mine but virgin territory for the others so it was fun showing folks around towns they’d never explored before like Cambridge and Ely. They were wowed by the Cathedral whilst pretty St Ives became a favorite location. Remarkably, we had gorgeous weather for both our UK breaks. Sadly that wasn’t to be the case for the rest of the year. As regular readers of this blog will know, the weather’s one of my preoccupations due to being an outdoor photographer. It often governs what I can and can’t do.
Now to politics. See, I said this would be a curate’s egg sort of blog! What can I say, other than what an utter shit-show 2023 has been on the domestic front. The Tories seem to have become a death-cult, drifting further and further to the right whilst displaying their utter contempt for ordinary voters as they try and cling on to power. They’ve given up all pretense of governing the country for the benefit of the populace and made it clear they’re only there to enrich each other. Just when you think they couldn’t get any worse in their choices for PM, the next one comes along and says ‘hold my beer’…
After the lying, lazy incompetence of Johnson we had Truss, who was so dogmatically batshit even the financiers and bankers of the City of London rejected her, leading to the economic crash that saw her off within a few short weeks. Then along comes Sunak, the ‘also ran’ who got a second chance. A man with no political antenna and no connection or empathy with ordinary people. A man who promised ‘integrity’ in government then spectacularly failed to deliver it. Billed as a ‘details man’ by his supporters he displayed all the recall of someone with Alzheimers during his questioning at the Covid enquiry. His contempt and disdain for the democratic process and accountability was obvious. A millionaire autocrat who’s chosen the most ridiculous political hill to die on (Rwanda) because he hasn’t the acumen or common-sense to stop making impossible promises he can’t deliver, yet who scraps a project he could (HS2) that has had over a decade of cross-party consensus and support. And for what? The ridiculous ‘Network North’ which even a fag-packet would be insulted to have been used to draw it up on? Sunak is so tin-eared he can’t even see how a boastful tweet about scrapping HS2 sent from a private jet looks. It’s that level of disconnect.
Thankfully, 2024 will see a general election called. Personally, my money is on May although I suspect even Sunak (a man who shows no attempt to think things through) really knows when he’ll call it. His impulsiveness and ability to listen to bad advice means it could be called anytime. Only one thing’s clear – the Tories inability to move the electoral needle. Barring a miracle (or disaster, depending on your political viewpoint) Labour are favorites to win and Keir Starmer to be our next Prime Minister. OK, he’s not the most inspiring politician. He certainly doesn’t have the charisma or power of oratory that Tony Blair had, but I really don’t care. Right now all I want to see is a Government run by adults who actually care about the country, not this bunch of right-wing, swivel-eyed loons who’re more concerned with feathering the nests of themselves and their friends.
Right, enough of politics. There’s going to be plenty of time for spleen-venting in 2024, beginning next month when the next Brexit fiasco kicks in at our ports as the Government finally starts checking food imports, having delayed this five times before.
On a more personal level. January promises to be an interesting month. Having been bedevilled by a series of minor injuries this year which have meant my fitness levels have dropped but my weight hasn’t I’ve decided to begin the new year with a reset, giving up alcohol (yep, the infamous ‘dry January’) whilst boosting my exercise regime – whatever the weather throws my way. Please God, all I ask is – don’t let Sunak call an election in January!
On other fronts 2023 has seen me blog on 308 days. I’m amazed and humbled that these and older blogs have been read 78,400 plus times this year whilst over 265,000 people have popped in since I started blogging in 2015. Thank you all for your support – especially those who’ve contributed towards the costs of running this blog by clicking on ads or buying me a coffee via Ko-Fi. It’s greatly appreciated.
I’ll do my best to keep you entertained with stories of travel, the railways and politics throughout the year.
Of course, a lot of what I’ve achieved couldn’t have been done without the love and support of my incredible wife, Dawn. I’d just like to pay tribute to her for all she’s done – despite the grief I sometimes cause her!
So, all that remains is to wish you all a prosperous and peaceful New Year and hope you all have a great 2024. See you on the other side. Right now, we’re off to the pub for a couple of hours…
The last blog – and last picture of 2023. Happy New year from ‘Happy Valley’. Taken on my walk earlier…
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So, here we are. The penultimate day of 2023. Not that you’d know if you didn’t possess a calendar as it’s been exactly the same as almost every day in December here in the Calder valley. Gloomy and wet. At this rate you’ll easily be able to tell someone from the Calder valley. They’ll be the ones with the webbed fingers! Right now it’s a miracle if we go more than a couple of hours without rain. We really have had an awful December that’s followed on from an equally wet November.
With the weather being so crap there was nothing else for me to do but concentrate on home life, so the day’s mostly been spent working and cooking. Yesterday I made a spicy vegetable hotpot with dumplings in the slow cooker. I’ve never made dumplings before but the whole recipe seemed to suit the season and I enjoyed something different. Today’s effort was designed t use up some of the Xmas veg we’ve got left – so Carrot and Parsnip soup it was. Admittedly, I may have overdone the Chili flakes for people with a more sensitive palette – but for us they give the warm glow you need this time of year. Besides, some of it’s to stock up the freezer and I’m sure it’ll be idea if we have a cold spell – although there’s little sign of that at the moment. I’m not a great one for New Year’s resolutions but I do have a few things planned and one is to spend more time in January cooking different dishes (mostly vegetarian) – which should keep me out of trouble and give Dawn a break.
I’m really hoping the weather does a volte face in January otherwise I’m going to have to cast my photographic net further afield, which will be a bit of a bugger in some ways as I have two articles lined up either side of the Pennines. That said, there’s a decaying national rail network to report on – and some interesting stuff on High Speed 2 on the bit Rishi Sunak hasn’t made a mess off (but more of that in my end of year review).
Right now it’s time to switch off for the evening and indulge in some escapism. I’m not a great watcher of TV. In fact, I can’t think of any programmes I watch on a regular basis apart from (when they’re on) ‘Dr Who’ and ‘Have I Got News For you’ and ‘The Last Leg’. The oxymoron that’s ‘Reality’ TV leaves me cold, so if I want to indulge I’m more likely to find a film or series on Netflix or Amazon Prime. Right now we’ve been enjoying the Amazon Prime series ‘Reacher’ which is based on the character invented by the author Lee Child. The books often turn up in travel libraries in homestays and hotels across Asia, which is where I first encountered them. The Amazon series isn’t bad, so that’s tonight’s TV sorted.
All that’s left now is the picture of the day – which comes from sunnier climes as I’m in desperate need of some sunshine and photographs are the only way I’m going to get it! Here’s Tangalle beach in Sri Lanka on this very same day 20 years ago when I was there with friends. How time flies – and if only I could…
Funny how fate works. We spent the Christmas season of both 2002 and 2003 on Sri Lankan beaches, as we often used to get away that time of year. If it wasn’t Sri Lanka it would be India, or elsewhere. The one year we decided to say in the UK for Christmas as we’d travel plans for later was 2004. And what happened here, then? The Tsunami…
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