Lockdown. Day 28 (Monday)

Another working week began with me praying that Dell computers still sent out engineers to do site visits, It also began with me spending the morning finishing restoring on my old laptop to make sure it could keep me working until they did. To be fair the old machine was still serviceable – just ‘delicate’ and unable to operate without mains power as the battery was fried. It took me a couple of hours to reinstall various software and backups to make sure it was OK, which wasn’t time I was expecting to spend but it kept me busy until the Dell offices opened. I’ve always had service contracts on my machines that mean engineers do home calls rather than my kit having to be sent away. It’s a worthwhile expense and it proved so in this case. I spoke to a very lovely Indian lady who assured me that Dell engineers were still doing home calls and that they’d have someone out with me tomorrow (Tuesday) which was reassuring. Despite trying to power up the new machine and going through all the BIOS checks it looked almost certain the motherboard would need replacing. It’s bit of a bugger in a machine only a few months old, but that’s life. My last Dell developed a similar fault in the first couple of months them performed faultlessly (despite the battering it took) for the next four years until retirement.

With all this going on the day absolutely flew by. It was another beautifully sunny one but the biting wind I’d encountered on Sunday had hung around and even managed to inveigle its way down the side of the valley, so I was quite happy losing track of time in the office.

When I did venture out for the daily diet of park life and woodland walking Dawn and I combined it with a stroll to our local Tescos to pick up some supplies. It’s a far healthier way of going shopping than using the car and it kills two birds with one stone – you even get a bit of weight-bearing exercise thrown in by carrying all the bottles and tins back in rucsacs, making it a winner all round.

With having to rely on a less than reliable computer I knocked writing and picture scanning on the head. Instead I had a decluttering session in an effort to sort out some of those projects there’s never time for. I have three other old laptops cluttering up the place. My old one’s used to be handed on to Dawn for her personal use but work have provided her with some new kit so she no longer needs them. An old HP netbook that I used to travel with as a backup and a 12yr old Sony Vaio are now off for scrap, sans hard-drives which I’ve destroyed. I’ve kept the last machine (another, more recent Vaio) purely because it’s got a DVD player and I’d got piles of old pictures backed up on DVDs that I’d never had time copy and stick on hard-drives. Back in 2004-05 which is when they date from it was easy to use DVDs for storage. Picture files were smaller and portable hard drives were expensive but just a few years later with the price of hard-drives tumbling and reliability improving it made no sense to use DVDs. So whilst I’ve been doing other things this old laptop’s been whirring away on a filing cabinet, copying pictures – some of which I’ve not looked at for 10-15 years. Here’s an example. This was taken by a Spanish friend who was staying with is in North London back in October 2004. It shows me editing pictures at my desk. My, how many memories this brings back!

PA150179. Me at home in Inderwick. 19.10.2004

Despite the fact I’d gone digital 6 months before it’s clear how much clutter around me is due to taking slides. The rows of albums on the top shelf, the one in front of me, the blue boxes of slides above my head, the slide scanner, rows of undeveloped film and the lightbox. Oh, and all those DVD’s I’m just getting rid of now? Look to my right! As for my laptop – I can’t even remember that one now – although it’ll have been the first one I bought to go digital with, as the desktop setup could go nowhere.

Wanting a break from technology old and new I retreated to the garden bench for the sunset, when the view across the valley’s sublime. It’s made even better nowadays by the lack of traffic and the cars that used to use or road as a rat-run to escape the main roads nearby. I don’t miss them and It’ll be lovely if they never come back. Quite what permanent changes we may see to travel patterns (if any) is open to question, but I’d love to see any that mean we rely less on cars.

Our evening was spent with me deciding to do some cooking rather than just dig stuff out of the freezer so I tried a different cumin spiced chicken dish that I’d never cooked before. It was similar to a Korma in that it was creamy, but it had an underlying kick and extra nuttiness due to the cumin and chilis. Whilst I was busy in the kitchen Dawn had set up a ‘Zoom’ meeting with her parents in Huddersfield and her brother and his family down in Farnham so I dipped in and out of this as the cooking permitted. We had a very pleasant, domesticated and family-orientated evening before having an early night .

Tomorrow the Dell engineer arrives and my stress levels should decrease. Here’s hoping…

 

Lockdown. Day 27 (Sunday).

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I’m not going to be able to relate the full day’s antics as technology has begun to conspire against me right now – which in this situation is a bit of a bugger. The day started well enough, the weather has been stunning once more – if a little chillier than recently due to the increase in the wind. The amount of sunshine we’ve had recently has been wonderful. If anything has lifted the spirits it’s been the weather. How much more miserable would the whole lockdown experience have been if we’d had the days of persistent rain that we had at the beginning of the year? The ability to be able to get outdoors and top up the vitamin D levels has made a huge difference.

Despite it being a Sunday, our day started much like any other. I was up early to make the tea/coffee before leaving Dawn to doze in bed whilst I sloped off into my office to finish editing the latest bunch of scanned slides, then post my daily Twitter quiz. During the lockdown I’ve been posting a mystery picture of a station somewhere in the UK as a brain-teaser for people. It’s proved quite popular. Here was today’s. Can you work out where it is?

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Some are much harder than others. This isn’t the easiest as it only shows a detail of a station rather then  full building. In fact, it’s the platform canopies at York, on platform 4, outside the main station roof. One of my followers wasn’t fooled and got it right! The breadth of knowledge out there never ceases to amaze me. But maybe that’s because we’re all getting a little stir-crazy right now so many people are looking for an opportunity to exercise ‘the little grey cells’ as Hercule Poirot would have said. I enjoy setting these picture quizzes because I’m lucky enough to have thousands of my own pictures to use. I’ve always had an interest in railway architecture and the decades I’ve spent travelling have allowed me to build up a large collection of pictures to use.

As it was supposedly the day of rest I didn’t scan too many more slides as I needed to concentrate on other things othewise they’d never get done. There were household chores that needed to be done, although we’re still living off the batch-cooking that we’ve done and horded in our American style fridge-freezer. It saves us a lot of time during the week as we don’t have to think about cooking, but I must admit I do miss that experience sometime as I enjoy cooking and find it a pleasant diversion from everything else that’s going on arounds us.

Jobs done I headed out to get my daily steps in. There was not time to venture furthers so it was the bog-standard route though the woods along the prom and through the park. The only difference this time was the biting wind that greeted me when I hit the top of the hill! We live in a sheltered, sunny spot just down from the brow of the hill on the valley side, so we’re often unaware what’s going on above us. It’s only when we summit the hilltops and come into contract with the prevailing winds from the North which pass over us that the thought occurs “I may be a little underdressed for this”…

Back at home I retreated into the office to catch up with a few last bits, which is when the evening really turned to ratshit. Through a Facebook post I found that an old friend had just passed away after a long illness due to contracting Covid19.

John Farrow was the mastermind behind the railtour company UK Railtours. He’d originally set up Hertfordshire railtours which he ran successfully for very many years before selling the organisation. He’d also set up another railtour brand, the ‘Blue Pullman’ back in the mid 2000s. I’d first travelled with John’s tours back in the early 1990s and got to know him in later years through my photography work for magazines and the rail industry and I ended up working for him on several occaisions. We got to know each other and would meet up at various events or on his tours whilst I still lived in London. Of course, many of these social events would involve pubs, or imbibing various beverages. John was a passionate supporter of the railways and a mine of information. He was also a lovely man, and his passing will be mourned by a lot of people. His enthusiast railtours and dining trains brought a lot of pleasure to an awful lot of people. They were happy times and I’ve a lot of fond memories form those days. I’m digging through my archives to find some of the pictures as I realise very few of them made their way onto my new website. But here’s one gallery – a trip on John’s ‘Blue Pullman’ dining train back in 2006. RIP John, we’ll all get together to give you the send off you deserve when all this crap is over.

Whilst trying to delve through the archives to find pictures of John I noticed that my laptop wasn’t charging. It’s not the first time as the charger has been a bit skittish in the past. My new Dell machine charges through USB-C sockets. These are good in that I can swap ports to charge, meaning wires aren’t always in the way as the power lead can be moved from side to side, but they’re not exactly what you’d call ‘robust’. They’re much smaller than the original USB ports in order to allow modern laptops to lose some weight. Forget coming with a DVD player or any of that lardbutt technology from the 1990s – 2000s, these modern machines are as thin and lightweight as a book of Boris Johnson’s kept promises!

Despite my tinkering my laptop was losing the electrical will to live and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Quickly Googling the problem suggested the issue wasn’t unknown and it would probably require my machine having a new Motherboard. Oh, deep, deep joy! Just when the country is in lockdown! It being too late to contact Dell I had to let the machine bleed its last whilst hastily resurrecting my old Dell XPS laptop which was gathering dust on a shelf. Its still works, but it’s carrying far too many battle-scars after a four year life travelling the world. The battery’s shot, the screen’s starting to suffer fading and the body’s battered and fractured after dropping out of my camera bag on to too many hard Asian hotel room floors. I curse the day that Lowpro decided to make a camera bag where the laptop compartment zipped up on side – on the outside. Forget to zip it up properly and your laptop rapidly exited the side in freefall! But, it’ll do for now until I can get the new machine fixed – just don’t expect any old slides to be scanned these next few days as my focus is going to be elsewhere.

 

 

Lockdown. Day 26 (Saturday).

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It may be a weekend but nothing’s really changed apart from the weather. The fantastic run of sunny days that we’ve had finally came to an end today, albeit only for a few hours. We actually had rain for the first time since the lockdown began, much to the relief of many plants! Not that it lasted very long so i’ll still be out with the watering can on Sunday as the sunshine’s due to reappear.

My day was spent writing, decluttering and scanning yet more old slides to gradually whittle down the queue and free up more space at home. Well, some anyway as our local tip remains closed so the bags of broken slide mounts and other detritus are mounting up outside waiting for the day it reopens.

The gray and cold weather didn’t encourage venturing outside so I was happy to keep occupied with work and ploughing through pictures, with occaisional forays to the bedroom to stare out of the window and gaze across the valley to see what the clouds were up to. Sadly, there’s not much of a view out of my office window, unless you like staring at dressed Yorkshire stone. Our row of cottages are built on land that was hewn from the side of the valley and I’ve often wondered if the same stone was used to build them. The result is that we have a narrow cobbled alley at the back of the houses with the old outside toilets up some steps on the other side. Nowadays all these have been converted to sheds. Then above them and reached by steep stone steps are small gardens or terraces, one per cottage. My office looks out on the steep retaining wall and stone shed roofs which are a playground for birds and the local cats – although not at the same time! I have put an old bathroom mirror up against the wall so that I can see the reflection of the sky in the valley, which acts as a rudimentary weather early-warning system.

By late afternoon the weather had brightened up even if it hadn’t warned up to the same degree, so I donned my walking gear and headed out to get in my steps solo, which gave me time to think about life, the universe and everything. I’m genuinely curious to know if these exceptional times will result in any major change to people’s behaviours. My personal thoughts are that they won’t. Oh, there might be some differences. There might ne a small increase in the number of people working from home on the odd day, but we’re (mostly) sociable creatures so I can’t see many people being happy to be based from home full time – even if they could be – and I have grave doubts about some of the claims being made about how muddling through these few months will set the patterns for the future. Time (as always) will tell…

What did make me thoughtful was considering how many peoples lives have been ended prematurely by the pandemic and how plans for the future can soon turn to dust when something like this comes knocking on your door. The old motto ‘Carpe Diem’ has never seemed more appropriate. Events have also made me realise just how cluttered my life is with ephemera, which is something I’m determined to do something about now that I have time. At least charity shops and e-bay are going to benefit from events! I’ve got so much memorabilia that I’ve horded over the years and now’s the perfect time to let it go…

Meanwhile, my Zenfolio website is coming on in leaps and bounds. Tomorrow I should pass the 64,000 picture mark as I’ve added over 2,400 images so far this year. Don’t forget, you can buy prints of various sizes directly from the site. In some ways my website is a documentary of almost half my life. That’ll become more personal once I move on from the old railway pictures and on to the travel stuff. I really want to get the images from my world travels in 1991 and 92 on there so that I can start blogging about them in diary form. Over the past few years my life seems to have been taken up fighting for/against things – such as HS2 and Brexit. Now it’s time to let those things go. I’m tired of fighting. Now I want to move on to a more relaxed and reflective phase of my life. Right now, the one thing that appeals more than anything is getting away from it all. Sitting on a beach, listening to the waves, feeling the sand between my toes and the sun on my skin and the chance to ‘be’. Watch this space…

Lockdown. Day 25 (Friday).

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The end of another working week, not that the concept means much nowadays! The pair of us kept occupied throughout the day in our respective offices, slaving away over different things, allowing the time to really whizz bye. If my work was different and I had nothing to do I might find the whole lockdown process difficult. As it is – it just allows me to concentrate on things I’ve been meaning to do for years without the distraction of travelling the country. I can’t think of the last time I spent so much time within a 2 mile radius of home! Although I’m here physically my mind’s ranging in both space and time as I’m researching an article on a railway in East London and scanning pictures from around the country taken 30 years ago. There’s plenty to see and do even within the four walls where I spend most of my time.

The fantastic weather we’ve been having seems to be on the turn right now. The temperatures plummeted and the wind’s sprung up. It’s a real contrast to yesterday when I had to break out the suntan lotion. Hopefully it’ll encourage the folk who’ve been tempted to break out of social isolation to retreat back into their homes. I know that it’s impossible to trust the statistics for the number of Coronavirus infections but the numbers for Calderdale are still remarkably low compared to neighbouring authorities. I’ve no idea why, but it does give a small shred of comfort to know that we’re *possibly* in one of the safer areas. It certainly encourages you to stay put anyway…

The news isn’t all bad. Today the FTSE 100 stock market had a bounce upwards by nearly 3% althought the volatilty of the markets could easily see that gain wiped out pretty quickly, especially as the virus news from the USA isn’t good. The projections from the states look like they’re going to rocket and Trump is a big part of the problem. Statesman? He’s a snake oil salesmen and a lot of people are going to lose their lives because of him. To see the religious right and the gun nuts out on the streets because their ‘freedoms’ are being limited is bizarre, but then that’s USA for you. This really is social Darwinism in action. Could it signal the turning point of populist politics? It’s far too early to tell…

Having slogged away all day I did make a converted effort to make up for it by getting my 12.5k steps in after sitting in front of a screen all day – even if it was by sticking to a well-trodden route by now. Spring has most certainly sprung and our local woods are bursting into leaf with the Bluebells following on behind. Hopefully we’ll have a lovely display to this year to help lift the mood. I do love woodlands and we’re very lucky to have so much of it on our doorstep – as well as all the creatures that inhabit it. Funnily enough, the one feathered friend I’ve not heard yet this year has been the Woodpeckers. Last year they were constant. It was like living next to roadworks and pneumatic drills!

Meanwhile, here’s a sample of the pictures I’ve been scanning. This isn’t the best quality as it was a crap day weather-wise but it’s the incidentals that matter.

0458. 31450. Crewe. 11.02.1990crop

This is a Class 31s being backed on to Crewe shed by the depot pilot in February 1990. At the time I’d have cursed the cars in front for not allowing me a clear shot. Now I love them for the fact they didn’t, because it’s the cars that capture the spirit of the age and date the picture! They’d have belonged to rail staff who worked at the depot. What I appreciate as I scan all these old pictures is the ones where its those incidentals that tell the story. It might be paraffin lamps, old parcels trolleys, staff uniforms or even passengers fashions. They all set the scene and make you appreciate what has changed in 30 years. As Joni Mitchell once sang in ‘Big Yellow Taxi’ – you don’t know what you’ve got ’till it’s gone…

 

Lockdown. Day 24 (Thursday).

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The announcement we all knew was coming was made today. We have another three weeks of lockdown to look forward to. It’s no surprise as the messages about the progress of tackling Covid-19 in the UK are decidedly mixed. Late to the lockdown party and with no firm data to go on regarding infection levels or even deaths I’m not sure anyone really knows what the true picture is.

On the bright side, I still have plenty of pictures to scan, things to write about, chores to do and a lifetime of accumulated belongings to sort through with much to jettison. Oh, and the sun’s still shining. We’re having a glorious run of good weather, which is well – a real ray of sunshine! Sadly, for other reasons, the day was less than perfect. It was the shittiest of the lockdown so far and made me wonder about the future, but right now there’s little to do be done except carry on…

Despite it being Thursday when we normally have our ‘day out’ doing the shopping for Dawn’s parents I elected to stay at home today, so I managed to get a lot of stuff sorted out, which was good. Lots of pictures (new and old) made it onto my website which is growing at a rapid rate. Don’t forget, you can buy copies of individual pictures and all manner of other goodies by visiting the online shop. I’ve added over 2300 pictures so far this year with many more to come.

With the weather being too good to waste I relocated into the garden for a few hours to weed through old pictures, research my next article for RAIL and simply enjoy the sun on my skin and the chattering and antics of the local bird population, who’re clearly enjoying the good weather as much as us humans. 

I did take a break late afternoon to take my daily constitutional on the standard route. Hardly exciting, but it’s better than ossifying at home. I suspect there will be some interesting statistics to come out at the end of lockdown. How many people will have got fitter and how many will have turned into couch potatoes? Will the populations general health have improved or declined? Only the future will tell… 

Back at home my evening was spent glued to the computer, editing yet another batch of old slides. Hardly the most exciting task but I really want to feel I’m getting something out of the lockdown and making progress on a task that feels endless. I’m now into 1990 with (I think) just four rail albums to go, so if lockdown IS extended even more I may be able to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Oh, wait, there’s all the travel and social issues pictures yet: Bugger! Maybe after the next pandemic then…

 

 

 

Lockdown. Day 23 (Wednesday).

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I’m beginning to understand what life in a monastery must be like…

It’s the routine. It’s not that I mind routine. Well, some of the time, it’s the fact that right now there’s no opportunity to deviate from it. It’s not like you can leave work early and drift into your local on the off-chance of meeting someone for a chat and a laugh. You can’t make impromptu decisions to go out for a meal or see a show or go into town or even have a weekend away by the seaside or somewhere.

Yes, I know we’re doing it for everyone’s good – and I fully support it, just let me let off some steam as it’s almost certain we’re in for another 3 weeks at least of this.

At least the weather’s great. It would be a lot harder if we were cooped up inside as the rain hammered on the windows. Being able to sit out in the garden’s such a blessing. As I’ve mentioned before, my heart goes out to people who’re living in places where they can’t do that – as I have in the past.

Apart from thinking about these things my day was quite productive. Both Dawn and I kept ourselves busy and I managed to get a lot done. By evening time the pair of us had reached saturation point with staring at computer screens so we got out for a stroll in the sunshine. It was a lovely way to reconnect with the real world outside cyberspace where things had been pretty busy for me as our new high-speed railway (HS2) had been given “notice to proceed”. This was the final Governmental green light, so the project moves on from site clearances and utilities diversion to mobilising the main Civil Engineering contractors who will actually build the line. It means the Dept of Transport has now signed off the four major civil engineering contracts worth a total of £12bn. A dozen firms involved can now start work immediately with site preparation works and (crucially) placing key subcontracts which gives the construction industry some certainty (and a guaranteed workflow) in these uncertain times. Needless to say, those opposed to HS2 had an attack of the vapours at the news, but there’s not a damned thing they can do about it other than moan. I’m blogging about all that separately so you don’t need to worry! 

Back at the grindstone I managed some decluttering as well as everything else. It’s amazing some of the stuff you amass in a lifetime. Stuff that you don’t want to part with for sentimental reasons and the happy memories that it triggers, but when do you ever actually look at it, especially when its 33 years old and several lifetimes away – as well as stuffed in a folder in a cupboard?

Festival eye 1987

Still, I might just digitise it before it gets binned, purely for the sake of posterity! There’s a few more like this too. They’re an interesting look back at a very different age but that has a resonance with some of the stuff I’ve been talking about regarding HS2 in another blog. 

With another 3 weeks of lockdown to go and with an eye on the future afterwards, I think I’m going to be keeping the council’s recycling team busy. Thankfully, despite the lockdown Calderdale are still collecting stuff. They’re yet more unsung heroes, the people you take for granted but who you can’t do without. Sadly, Calderdale has closed its main recycling centres out of concern for the staff, which I can understand, but it has led to many more incidents of fly-tipping, like this one on the promenade I noticed the other day.

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To be honest, we get a lot of that in our local woods even when the recycling centre IS open. There’s a lot of lazy sods around here…

Despite the odd moonlight fly-tipper, the promenade has become a lovely place to walk and enjoy the views over the valley. The Constabulary have stepped up their presence as they know it’s a place where you’re likely to find a few Covidiots who can’t resist congregating. Now the Covidiots are getting the message and staying away. How everyone will cope with a few more weeks of this is an interesting question, but in general (ignoring the few idiots) the reactions have been good. My main concern is for local businesses and how they pick up the pieces afterwards as there’s some very mixed messages coming from the Government, but no change there…

Right now, all I can do is hunker down. I’ve articles to write, pictures to scan and decades of memorabilia to rationalise. Bored I ain’t…

 

StopHs2. The fat lady sings…

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This morning the Government announced that it has Given the HS2 rail project ‘Notice to Proceed’ which is the final hurdle the project had to clear before the main civil engineering work begins. It’s been clear this was going to happen since February when the Government announced it was going ahead with HS2 after studying the Oakervee Review but the announcement removes the last vestiges of doubt and allows the joint ventures tasked with building HS2 to get spades in the ground.

It’s also the final nail in the coffin for the anti Hs2 ‘campaign’ (a term I use loosely). They’d run out of steam and ideas years ago but recent events like Brexit and now the economic damage from the Coronavirus only made HS2 more likely. Why? It’s a shovel-ready project that has massive cross party support. The boost it can give the UKs crippled economy is obvious to anyone who puts economics before dogma. Why on earth would the Government not go ahead? To say the debate about HS2 is dead and buried would be an understatement but there’s still a few who want to try and pretend otherwise.  Of course, none of them can answer one simple question. It’s one they’ve ducked for years. How are you going to stop HS2? 

Cue tumbleweeds…

The anti HS2 ‘campaign’ has been on life support for years. It’s been hanging on, wheezing away through press releases and the occasional rent-a-quote interview from Joe Rukin but most of the Nimbys who were their backbone have sold out, moved on and given up. This has been evident in the gradual decline in the number of people agitating on social media, or signing petitions (more of which later). Let’s remember, they’ve not had a national public gathering since 2013 or demonstration since 2014. All their ‘national’ groups have collapsed of faded away, as has their action group network, which has had nothing to do since the Phase 1 bill got such a stonking majority in Parliament in 2014 – 6 years ago. It’s been a downhill trajectory for them ever since, including in every general election – and there’s been a few of them!

So what’s left? 

Well, Rukin’s still hanging around like a bad smell, mainly because he’s failed to find a proper job, despite years of looking. That said, StopHs2 haven’t been heard from since March 25th until today, when Rukin issued the sort of moan that’s been his trademark for several years now. Apparently, according to Uncle Joe, the Government is “shamelessly opportunistic” in deciding to give HS2 notice to proceed as “there is next to no scrutiny taking place” due to the covid-19 lockdown.

No ‘scrutiny’? He’s having a laugh! Apart from the fact every MP on the route is having their ears bent by their local Nimby population, Rukin seems to have forgotten his friends at Extinction Rebellion! These ‘eco-warriors’ have bombarded social media and anyone they can think of with hundreds of hours of tedious videos recorded on their smartphones as they ignore the Covid-19 lockdown restrictions. Hs2 staff can’t even fart without some useless protestor catching it on video and screaming that it’s ‘ecocide’ or a ‘wildlife crime’ or that the workers are breaking the social distancing guidelines!  

Extinction Rebellion are now the frontrunners in the opposition to HS2 – which isn’t really saying much as they’ve been as spectacularly useless on the ground as StopHs2 have been on the political front and the likes of Chris Packham and his Solicitors, ‘Pay Day’ have been in the courts (Don’t you mean Leigh Day? Ed). XR arrived on the scene a while ago and have an impressive 100% failure rate, despite all their exaggerated claims. Having failed to stop any work at Harvil Rd near London or anywhere in the Chilterns they set up camp at Crackley Wood in Warwickshire just before the lockdown. 

Long on bluster and vapid rhetoric but short on numbers (there’s only a couple of dozen of them) they promised their social media voyeurs that they were going to ‘save’ the woods and stop HS2 in its tracks. Needless to say, they’ve done no such thing. Outnumbered and outwitted by the National Eviction Team and HS2 security staff time and time again they’ve become increasingly shrill as their bluster has been exposed (often by their own videos!). They managed to get less than a dozen people into trees in both Crackley and Broadwell woods. They lasted but a few days before NET officers had them down. What was funny was seeing one of the tree protesters boasting on social media about how the woods were ‘theirs’ the day before he was unceremoniously hauled down and arrested! He was arrogant enough to assume that the fact NET were biding their time before evicting them meant they’d won. So, NET:11 – Extinction Rebellion: 0! To add to their woes, those arrested are now having bail conditions set that mean they have to leave Warwickshire and go home. For some of them this is tears at bedtime stuff. It’s like a kid being grounded and screaming ‘it’s not fair!’. Welcome to the adult world, where your imaginary ‘people’s courts’ don’t set the rules, the real authorities do. 

Because of all this the ‘eco-warriors’ have become deflated very quickly. They’ve believed their own bluster and completely underestimated the sheer size of the HS2 project. This isn’t some little local bypass they’re trying to stop. This is the largest infrastructure project in Europe and the logistics behind it are gargantuan. You could see that realisation starting to sink in when contractors moved in to begin clearing a path through the edge of Crackley woods that HS2 will pass through. This wasn’t a few blokes with chainsaws, this was massive modern machinery that could clear a mature tree in a matter of minutes.

Of course, the other problem for the ‘eco-warriors’ is their inflated rhetoric. Many of them are hopelessly  out of touch with the real world. Their heads are full of conspiracy theories and mouths with diatribes about capitalism. Their lack of knowledge of how the real world (rather than the one they’ve invented for themselves) works is bizarre. They bandy the words ‘illegal’ and ‘crime’ around like they’re going out of fashion, without an iota of self-awareness or realisation that, actually – they don’t make the laws and saying that something is ‘illegal’ doesn’t actually make it true. The old expression about ‘barrack-room lawyers’ springs to mind.

At worst, these people can be a nuisance to the early stages of HS2 as clearance work continues. But my prediction is that they’ll soon get bored and wander off to whatever’s the next bee in their bonnet. After all, there’s enough new roads being built, but they seem to ignore them for some mysterious reason. Oh, there’s another thing. XR grossly exaggerate their support. The latest doomed stophs2 petition on the Government website has produced some very interesting results so far. To give you an idea, here’s a map of signatures of their 2017 petition which closed after 6 months with less than 30,000 signatures. Look how you can trace the route of HS2 – both phase 1 and 2 – and look how nothing registers in quantity anywhere else. 2017 petition

Here’s how the latest petition stands at 18:00 on the 16th April. Notice a difference? 

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On the first petition it was very evident where HS2 went due to the number of people living on the route signing the petition. Not just on phase 1 either. There was one noticeable spot in Yorkshire on phase 2 (Hemsworth). Now look at the difference. Phase 2 of HS2 doesn’t even feature and only a handful of constituencies on phase 1 turn darker than yellow. Instead (bizarrely) you have constituencies like Stroud, Ceredigion (Mid Wales) and St Ives featuring – all those well known ‘hotbeds’ of anti HS2 activism? So why on earth…?

Because of Extinction Rebellion, that’s why. This is a map that shows where they  obviously have active local groups. Well when I say ‘active’, let’s crunch some numbers. Here’s how many people in these areas have actually signed as of 16th April. 

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Mmm – so, a bunch of old (and young) hippies living miles away from the route are going to stop HS2? I think not… These areas will ring bells with anyone who remembers the ‘glory’ days of the counterculture. Whilst there’s no doubt many of these people have a genuine concern for the environment, they’re also a ragbag of conflicting beliefs, not all of which are savoury, or ‘enlightened’. There’s the usual anti capitalists, more than a few conspiracy theorists (chemtrails being a favourite) and – sad to say – an undercurrent of racism.

Here’s a Facebook post from Terry Sandison who is at the Crackley Wood camp. He regularly bombards social media with videos, but this is the other stuff he doesn’t generally share on the anti HS2 groups – for obvious reasons…

Terry Sandison 

Sadly, this is not an isolated thing. Lizzie Williams, the founder of StopHs2 has gained herself a reputation for xenophobia and anti-Semitism following Tweets like this one from January 2018.

mad lizzy. Jan 2018

“My” country?  Or there’s this one from earlier this year…

lizzy racism

One thing the ‘greens’ have never noticed is just who they’re in bed with when it comes to opposing HS2. They’ve never asked themselves how on earth they can be on the same side as UKIP, the BNP, Britain First, the National Front and For Britain who all oppose HS2. Not to mention the likes of right-wing lobbyists the Institute of Economic Affairs and the Taxpayers Alliance. You’d think alarm bells would be going off all over the place, but no. The sad truth is there’s quite a few eco-fascists out there (Sorry Robin W, I know you hate me pointing that out). 

Oh, there’s another weapons-grade hypocrisy about the Extinction Rebellion people. They keep banging on and on about HS2 site workers, bailiffs and the Police not ‘social distancing’ – without the slightest understanding of what the rules actually are. How in God’s name is any member of the police expected to arrest someone at a distance of 2 metres? Or a security guard prevent someone intent on causing disruption trespassing? To any sane person it’s obvious nonsense but it doesn’t stop them banging on and on whilst claiming they’re goody two-shoes and practising ‘self isolation’. Really? Allow me to introduce you to Ross Monaghan. Ross was at the Crackley Wood camp where he utterly failed to stop HS2 but he did a very good job of posting hours and hours of rambling video to Facebook and elsewhere. As if by magic, he’s now appeared in Jones Hill wood near Gt Missenden, where he’s recorded his latest video.

Monahagn 2 This is 68 miles away from Crackley Woods! Essential travel? Socially isolating? What a bunch of hypocrites! There’s more. This was posted on one of their facebook pages the other week by someone who wanted to break the Covid lockdown to travel from East Anglia to join the Crackley camp. 

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Notice no-one, including Lizzy Williams, tries to discourage him? Exactly the opposite in fact. It’s just another example of the utter hypocrisy from these people when they talk about HS2 workers and Covid-19. These people try to claim the moral high ground but their actions betray that. They only call on the law when it suits them. 

Whichever way you cut it, the ‘campaign’ to stop HS2 has reached the end of the road. The grumbles may rumble on for a while and the ‘eco-warriors’ may make a nuisance of themselves for a bit, but that’s all. Now the main Civil Engineering contractors are mobilising and the project is entering the real construction phase. Now I’m looking forward to being able to focus more on the actual construction of HS2 rather than documenting the long history of failure of the campaign to Stop HS2! I’m sure the ‘eco-warriors’ will still feature occasionally whilst their daft antics continue, but the rest is history. We’ve taken a long time to get to this stage, but it’s finally here. The shovels are ready…

 

Lockdown. Day 22 (Tuesday)

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The start of another working week in lockdown, although the days are hardly that clearly defined now as the routine doesn’t vary that much for me. It’s more marked for Dawn as she’s freed from her desk and telephone to concentrate on personal and home matters.

We started the day early at 05:50 so Dawn could do her HIT training before beginning work. I don’t mind getting up at that time either as it gives me chance to have a coffee, plan the day and edit and upload any last slides from the previous days scanning. After meeting up for breakfast we managed to meditate together, then we were both straight into work. My mission for the day was to catch with slide scanning as the pace has slowed in recent days due to the holidays and other work. I also had a batch of pictures to get off to a magazine so I had to ignore the fabulous weather outside and concentrate my attention on a lightbox, slides and computer screen. The time flew in more ways than one as the slides transported me back to November – December 1989, when the world looked very different in all sorts of ways. I’ll show you what I mean later in the blog.

The day flew, but it was a productive one. I managed to get a lot of work done and around 60-70 slides scanned, edited and mounted, which is quite a volume of work as it’s such a tedious process. We did manage to get out later to enjoy the brilliant sunshine which was the ideal time as the day had really warmed up. The past few mornings have been distinctly chilly because of the clear evening skies the day before. I don’t know if the lockdown and consequent lack of traffic pollution has contributed to this phenomenon but the air certainly seems clearer and sweeter. We certainly notice the lack of traffic noise from the main road at the bottom of the valley and infrequence of cars using our road. It’s something that I’ll miss when normality’s restored.

There was no time for a walk to the other side of the valley today so our usual circuit up through the woods, along the promenade and around the park and back again had to suffice, but at least I managed my 12.5k steps as we were later than normal we were treated to a gorgeous sunset on our way home.

The rest of the evening was pretty relaxed. I caught up on some world news, which is showing some signs of optimism as various countries begin to look at easing their lockdowns. How long before we do is anyone’s guess as it’s impossible to get an accurate picture of what’s happening with coronavirus in the UK. We’re not carrying out the levels of testing that would allow us to accurately map infections and the number of deaths is hopelessly unreliable as the figures aren’t collated accurately or consistently. The official figures given out daily have no credibility at all. Personally, I’m preparing myself for the idea that the lockdown will remain in force for another month, but who knows?

The pair of us took a break from reality later in the evening and indulged in some escapist TV by watching a couple of episodes of “Unforgotten” on Netflix. It’s a ITV police series written by Chris Lang that stars Nicola Walker (‘Spooks’ & ‘Last Tango in Halifax’) and Sanjeev Bhaskar. It’s very well written, directed, filmed, acted and also – thoughtful.

Lockdown. Day 21 (Monday)

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Well, that’s probably the quietest and weirdest bank holiday Monday I’ve had – certainly in the UK anyway! No travel, no socialising, no pubs, no meals out – just a healthy walk in the country.

Don’t get me wrong, over the years I’ve been in some interesting places at ‘interesting’ times. I’ve sat through strikes (Bandhs) in India where we’ve been through lockdown in our hotels for a night (or two). I’ve sat on rooftops in Kathmandu during a strike where the police are patrolling the deserted streets after shooting students dead – I even had to walk several miles out to the airport to fly out as the whole country was on strike the next day. I’ve been through coups in Thailand where Bangkok airspace was taken over by military helicopters like something out of ‘Apocalypse Now’ and I’ve watched the ‘reformasi’ (reformation) demonstrations in Java after the fall of President Suharto – but I never quite expected something like this happening in the UK.

Our day started much as normal, or what passes for normal now. The weather was good but bloody cold, we actually had frost on the cars outside today, but the mercury rose throughout the day until the temperature was actually quite pleasant in the sunshine. Not that the pair of us were going anywhere. The day passed more like a normal Monday as we tried to keep occupied with various chores and bits of work until late afternoon when we escaped for our daily walk. Being thoroughly bored with our normal circuit I took Dawn on the amble across the valley I’d discovered the other day, which certainly broke the monotony of trudging around Savile Park. The beauty of being on the other side of the valley is the views. You’re looking across to the South facing side which looks gorgeous when its bathed in sunshine, especially when you’re high up on the opposite side – as this view illustrates.

DG3418602. Northern Class 195s. Copley. 8.4.20.copy

Here’s a bit of information about the viaduct, which is Grade 2 listed. Built in 1851 for the Lancashire and Yorkshire Railway Company it crosses the River Calder, the Calder and Hebble Navigation and Wakefield Road. It’s built from snecked rock-faced sandstone, with 23 arches in all on tall piers: 15 semicircular, with rock-faced voussoirs brought to course and 4 at each end, wider, segmental, with similar voussoirs in Ashlar. The Easternmost arch over Wakefield Road (just at the right edge of the picture) is considerably flatter. There’s a plain band at impost and cornice level with parapet above. Railway Terrace, below the viaduct is also grade 2 listed. Built in the 1840s for Colonel Edward Akroyd, it’s considered an important early example of planned industrial housing.

As you can see from the picture, the woodlands are just starting to burst into leaf after what feels like a long, wet, winter. 2020 has certainly thrown some challenges at us. We’ve survived floods and now a pandemic. The only thing we haven’t seen this winter in any quantity has been snow (thankfully). Now the weather’s warming up, so if we have to say at home, at least we’ve got decent weather to do it in.

 

Lockdown. Day 20 (Sunday).

The day of rest, not least for the Sunshine we’d been having these past few days that’s made this the best Easter bank-holiday for a while. This morning the weather was overcast and cooler but still pleasant for the time of year. The pair of us enjoyed a relaxed breakfast before planning the day ahead which was going to be another break from the usual routine. Dawn’s folks had run out of the Gluten free bread her dad relies on as he’s coeliac but we’d managed to pick some up on our last shop so we made a ‘mercy mission’ over to Huddersfield to deliver a few supplies. It felt really naughty using the car for the second time in a week, but when needs must…

We drove across to Huddersfield on roads even quieter than usual. Partly because as it was a bank holiday Sunday there really was nowhere for people to go to as all the supermarkets were shut and any of the few other businesses that will still be open were closed for the holiday. Instead, we passed lots of people out walking, either singly, as couples of family groups. All were obeying the social distancing rules. The police were out too but there seemed little for them to do – thankfully. All told, I have to say that I’ve been impressed at how stoically people have reacted to the massive social and economic disruption that the pandemic has caused. Yes, of course there’s a few idiots who ignore the guidelines, or do their best to push the boundary’s, but the fact so many people are co-operating gives me grounds for optimism. Plus, If I had my cynical hat on – I could say that the ones who are ignoring the rules are practicing a form of social Darwinism and won’t actually be missed by the majority of the population. Or the gene pool…

Having dropped off the shopping at John and Norah’s and stayed long enough for a distanced chat we drove back to Halifax, crossing the M62 on the way. I’ve never seen the motorway so quiet when it’s still open. For once, you could actually hear background noises rather then the constant roar of traffic. The air quality was far better too! DG341941crop If I’m honest, this is how I’d like to see motorways all of the time as we move into a low-carbon future.

Back at chez Bigland we relaxed for a while and took our ease in the garden as the weather was better in the Calder than it was in the Colne valley. I’ve lived here for a decade now but I’m still intrigued by how the weather can be so different in two valleys which are only a few miles apart as the crow flies.

Back home we nipped out for our daily walk and completed our usual circuit which certainly gets the blood pumping and exercises the muscles but it is getting a bit predictable. We’re both looking forward to the post lockdown days when we can walk to an actual destination once more – like a pub with beer – and food!

Once we’d completed the circuit we plonked ourselves in the garden for a quick drink to enjoy the evening sunshine and fresh air before having to retreat indoors. Our garden’s really springing to life now. The monstrous variegated Hosta that I split a few weeks ago has survived its operation. It’s now bust throwing up shoots in both the front garden and the back flowerbed. The Acer I planted is also emerging from its winter slumbers. If there’s one consolation of lockdown it’s having more time to spend enjoying the garden. I’m just thankful that we have that simple pleasure.

Our night in lockdown was spent with me managing to do a bit of work setting up more old slides for scanning whilst Dawn was busy in the kitchen preparing a lovely meal for us to savour. As it’s Easter we had lamb done in a slow cooker with a Tagine sauce I’d made that we’d had stashed in the freezer. Dee than added her home-made Yorkshire puddings and plenty of freshly steamed veg which we consumed whilst watching ‘Spectre’ – the James Bond film. As evenings in front of the TV go – you really can’t complain!