Rolling blog: stir crazy no more…

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10:35.

Despite the lousy weather in the Calder valley this morning I’m going to tear myself away from my desk and get out and about in order to grab a few pictures and blow the cobwebs away. The high winds we’ve got this morning should be ideal for that!

Watch this space to see where I go and what I get up to…

11:22

I’m now on the 11:23 from Sowerby Bridge to Leeds via Mirfield which is made up of two of an endangered species: the Pacer! Over half the fleet should have already gone off lease but delays in electrification of other routes and problems with commissioning new trains has seen them soldier on. Here’s 142053 and 142094 arriving on my train.

Set 094 is one that’s had its original bus style bench seats replaced with more modern high-backed ones.

I abandoned the Pacers at Dewsbury, where I was sorely tempted by a visit to the excellent West Riding refreshment rooms on the station. Instead, I grabbed a couple of pictures in the mixed weather before heading on to Leeds. Dewsbury’s some classic old Victorian building’s as it was once a wealthy town, making it’s money from the production of ‘shoddy’. Nowadays it’s more famous for poverty & social ills. Still, there’s an interesting double footbridge across the station which makes for good pictures.

14:06.

The weather’s not entirely played ball so whilst I’ve waited for it to pick up I’ve enjoyed some Pacer perambulations, catching a 142 from Leeds to Wakefield Kirkgate via Castleford. The train traverses some interesting and varied tracks, first passing the Freightliner loco depot at Balm Rd where at least 10 class 70s are in store. They’re expensive bits of kit to leave idle, but many haven’t turned a wheel for some time. Once past the intermodal terminal we hit the section of route towards Woodlesford which will be shadowed by phase 2b of the new HS2 railway into Leeds. The area’s a mass of old industrial scars and closed railways so It will be good to see expansion for a change. At Castleford our crew changed ends as the train reverses here. The lines continues on but few passenger services use it except on diversions. On departure we headed for Normanton, another old industrial area that once had a famous steam engine depot and thriving goods yards. All are long gone and the station’s a shadow of its former self – unlike my next port of call: Wakefield Kirkgate.

The station’s undergone a renaissance in the past 10 years, going from a derelict building to a thriving hub with a cafe and 1st Class lounge for Grand Central passengers. I didn’t have time to visit either as my next train was only a couple of minutes behind. This time it was a later version of the Pacer, the Class 144, the interior layout is less like a bus and more like a train.

I was heading back into Leeds via the connecting line from Kirkgate to Westgate stations and the direct line to the city, which took around 20 mins. The weather had picked up in Leeds and we were following one of the new Hitachi Class 800 ‘Azuma’ trains that was on a test run so I was keen to get some shots but I found an embarrassment of riches when we pulled in. Not just one but two Azumas, closely followed by one of the loco’s they’ll displace, 91119, which has earned celebrity status after being repainted in the original Intercity livery it carried when it entered service with BR in the early 1990s. Here’s 800202 just before departure.

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I couldn’t resist a ride and chance for a decent pic of 91119, so I’m heading back to Wakefield behind it…

15:12

LNER trains don’t hang around in platforms long! I barely had enough time to leg it across the exceedingly high footbridge (with lots of steps) to the opposite platform try and get my shot before the train was pulling away.

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Now I’m retracing my steps into Leeds for the final time before beginning to head towards home. This time My conveyance is one of the old Class 155s built for Calder Valley services back in the 1980s. This example’s been refurbished.

But, if you look above the doors in the vestibules you’ll still find this.

15:39.

Off again, this time back to Dewsbury. I ended up playing hide and seek with the sun at Leeds, which was rather frustrating. On the plus side – I may have made a young lad’s day…

I was approached by a train driver who’d seem me taking a shot of his train as it arrived. He explained that his young son is always scanning the internet for pictures of his dad driving – and would I be able to help? A quick look at the cameras LCD confirmed I’d a clear shot of Tom at the controls, so I’ve arranged to email him a copy of the picture for his son!

15:56.

Back at Dewsbury, and this time I didn’t resist! Well, it IS Friday…

16:52

Now heading home to meet the wife and spend the evening together as I’m away over the weekend (see tomorrow’s rolling blog). Whilst waiting at Dewsbury I noticed this around a few doors on the Westbound platform.

This is what can happen when you you raise the platform edge on an old Victorian railway station and alter the camber!

Right now I’m on my last train- a pair of 150s on a Leeds – Manchester service via Sowerby Bridge. I’m on an old friend, set 130 which used to work on the Gospel Oak-Barking line in London when that was one of my local lines. How things come full circle!

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Having had a cathartic moment earlier to vent my spleen over the Brexit shambles I’m back at work. It’s been an interesting and productive day so far – even if the weather’s been bleedin’ awful! We’ve had heavy rain and strong winds here in the Calder valley so I’ve been happy to be working from the office at home, occasionally venturing into the bedroom to gaze out of the window and look across the valley. Well, when I can see past the raindrops that is!

An email out of the blue requesting pictures for a magazine has also led to a forthcoming assignment in the Midlands, whilst a series of Tweets from last night has meant that next week I’ll be visiting a railway depot that I haven’t been near since the 1970s: Leeds Holbeck, which promises to be really interesting. No doubt I’ll be blogging about that another time. Another positive is that my email inbox has had a severe weeding. It’s no longer morbidly obese but it still needs to cut down on the junk!

Oh, there’s also been some more pictures added to the New Zealand gallery on my Zenfolio picture website. There’s now over 500 images from that neck of the woods on file. You can find them all here. I’ve still more to add when time permits but as I took several thousand that may be a while as I have other work to prioritise.

Now the rain has eased and the weather has become less hostile I’m going to venture out to stretch my legs, give my eyes a rest from the screen and pick up some shopping, hopefully without getting blown away!

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The view from the bedroom window. Sowerby Bridge recovering from its earlier drenching…

This evening’s relaxation has been to indulge in a spot of cooking. It’s not something I had the time or the facilities for when we were in New Zealand, so having the freedom of a familiar kitchen was lovely. Tonight’s dish was Chana Masala – an old favourite from my time(s) in India.

I cooked it whilst listening to Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers album ‘Full Moon Fever’. Every time I play it I’m transported back to the rooftop of a Hotel in Kathmandu, Nepal  in 1992 which is where and when I first heard it – and I’ve loved it ever since. I was travelling around the world for a year solo and had a fabulous time. In fact, here’s a picture taken way back then at Holi, the Indian festival of colours, when everyone goes mad, throwing dyes at all and sundry. I really must get all the pictures from that trip scanned one day! For those who can’t work it out, I’m the one on the right!

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Brexit: the shambles continues

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As night follows day, the British media and Brexit supporters produced the all too predictable furore over Donald Tusk’s verbal (and Twitter) reality check yesterday. His comment, wondering what the special place in hell looks like for those who promoted Brexit, provoked squeals of outrage from many of those who are guilty of exactly that. Farage, Andrea Jenkyns, Grant Shapps and Andrea Leadsom being amongst them.

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Leadsom went on the BBC to say Tusk has “no manners”, which is weapons grade hypocrisy when you consider the anti EU rhetoric that’s come out of the pro-Brexit camp these past few years. The EU has been compared to both Nazi Germany and the Soviet union by these clowns, whilst newspapers like the Mail have labelled remain supporters as ‘traitors’.

Tusk has hit a nerve because he’s telling the truth – as the whole sorry shambles demonstrates. They NEVER HAD A PLAN, just bombast, bluster and downright lies – and now the chickens are coming home to roost and the blame game’s in full swing.

Today, the next part of the shambles will play out in Brussels, as Teresa May goes (cap in hand) to ask the EU to dig her out of the mess she’s helped create – because she HAS NO PLAN. She threw her negotiated agreement with the EU under a bus and now wants the EU to rescue her. Her claim to have a ‘mandate’ from Parliament will cut no ice in Brussels as the EU leaders have a mandate and instructions of their own – and they have the upper hand. This is what ‘take back control’ looks like away from the Brexiteers bluster. We gave control away just as soon as we triggered article 50 and set the clock running without having a clue what we wanted (just what we didn’t). All we had were May’s ‘red lines’ which had doomed us to failure from the beginning.

So, what will happen in Brussels today? Nothing of any substance, because May hasn’t got a plan. Oh, the language may be more diplomatic, but the EU isn’t going to offer anything that gets the UK off the Brexit hook. Why should they? This epic disaster is of our own making, not theirs, and they have other fish to fry – looking after the interests of their member states – which includes Ireland. We squandered our stock of goodwill a long time ago, we’re running on empty now.

No doubt the media will be full of speculation and poring over an interpreting (or, in some cases, spinning) whatever is said. It’ll keep them busy for a while producing acres of copy and pointless pieces to camera. Meanwhile, the clock continues ticking in the background as the day of reckoning gets closer and closer. Next week there’s another vote in the House of Commons. No doubt this will be yet another sorry farce as a bunch of people completely incapable of facing reality and the consequences of their decisions drag out our national humiliation to its awful conclusion. The only question now is how long this farce will drag on. Will they continue to fiddle whilst Rome burns, or faced with the awful reality that’s staring them (and us) in the face, will they finally discover their backbones? I wish I could say I was optimistic. Instead, I’m off to stock up on tins of chickpeas…

UPDATE. 13:18.

I’ve stopped for a coffee and logged onto the news to find out exactly what we knew was going to happen. May got nowhere in Brussels. Despite the warm words in a joint communique which carried the classic old line about ‘robust but constructive’ discussions, Junker has made it crystal clear (yet again, how many times does the poor sod have to say it?) that the withdrawal agreement is NOT for renegotiation. Words may be tinkered with, but that’s it. Talk about a waste of time. Here’s a copy of the statement.

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Note the line that ‘President Junker drew attention to the fact that any solution would have to be agreed by the EU Parliament & EU27’. Does that sound like us having taken back ‘control’ to you?

The only noises that can be heard now are the sounds of a clock ticking and a can being kicked down the road.

 

Brexit: the iceberg looms…

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The most depressing aspect about being back in the UK after a month in New Zealand is being trapped in a country about to do an economic and political RMS Titanic impression. Like the Titanic, many of us poor sods have no chance of a place in a lifeboat, so we’re expected to go down with the ship. Meanwhile, those in charge are busy denying responsibility for our course, or blaming the iceberg for existing, or are fighting over who gets to steer us into it…

Meanwhile, many people go about their daily lives oblivious to what’s happening as they’re not interested in politics, have little understanding of economics and care more about what’s happening to the characters in their favourite soap opera. All the while, the clock is ticking…

How many people understand that, unless our Government and the EU come to a deal by 29th March we automatically (by rule of law) crash out of the EU without a deal. Nor can we stop the article 50 clock unilaterally. The EU has to agree. This is what “taking back control” actually looks like. This is the cold hard reality behind all the bullshit and bluster from the Brexit camp and why the situation we’re in is such a sick joke. Not that those who foisted Brexit upon us are taking any responsibility for any of this. Oh, no. Some of the Brexit supporting MPs have dropped even the pretence of honesty and resorted to outright lying, even doubling down on the lie when exposed. Step forward Daniel Kawczynski, the Tory MP for Shrewsbury – as the Independent explains.

https://www.independent.co.uk/voices/daniel-kawczynskis-brexit-reparations-mp-germany-marshall-plan-lies-a8762361.html

People like him, Dominic Raab and Chris Grayling are busy making their excuses for the impending disaster by trying to pin the blame on the EU for its ‘intransigence’ in not rolling over and giving in to their impossible demands. The fact the EU made it’s position clear right from the very start by saying it wasn’t going to change the rules of the club for someone who’s leaving, and that our Government (and what passes for an ‘opposition’ nowadays, which is another sick joke) have wasted nearly three years in arguing with itself matters not. Oh, no. When the shit finally hits the fan none of them will accept responsibility.

Whilst this charade is playing out in Westminster, dark forces are active on social media, just like they were during the referendum. Someone (know one can establish whom) is spending 100’s of 1000s of £ on pro no-deal Facebook ads, whilst on Twitter a large number of bot accounts have sprung up pretending to be young people who voted Remain but now want to see no-deal because they’re sick of the way the EU is treating us. You can see where this is going, can’t you?

The picture looks very different in the EU, where the very people we’re meant to be spending the next several years negotiating ‘better’ access to the EU than we had are so thoroughly pissed off with the UKs time-wasting and posturing that Donald Tusk has just said this. Clearly, the EU is washing its hands of us, and who can blame them? We’ve proved ourselves a joke, time-wasters, nothing more.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/politics/uk_leaves_the_eu

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Someone pass me a lifebelt, please…

UPDATE.

After typing this I saw more of the news coming out of Europe and the meetings the EU’s had with the Irish government. To my mind it’s clear that the EU position has hardened and their attention is on standing by and protecting Ireland. But who can blame them? The UK has proved it can’t be trusted to negotiate in good faith, after all, Theresa May even threw her own deal under a bus! Christ, have our politicians and those devious, lying Brexit promoters Tusk referred to got us into a mess – and no amount of their bravado, bombast & bullshit is going to get us out of it. As many of our politicians have still to find a backbone and stop this madness I can only see two options left. Either they will kick the can even further down the road by asking the EU for an extension of the article 50 timetable, or we crash out of the EU with no deal on March 29th.

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An afternoon in soggy Sowerby.

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If there’s one thing (in fact there’s many) that I miss about New Zealand it’s the weather – especially today when the Calder Valley has spent all morning hidden by fog! The far side only emerged from the murk over lunchtime, prompting me to tear myself away from the computer and work to head down into Sowerby Bridge in order to pick up some shopping.

Despite the fog clearing it remains one of those dour and damp Pennine afternoons where the day seems fleeting as you know darkness is only a few hours away. As a harbinger, many vehicles have their headlights on already due to the skies turning black now rain’s usurped the fog.

It’s such a contrast to Auckland, which was on the cusp of a heatwave when we left. I wouldn’t mind a bit of that now!

As I walked through town I noticed that yet another barbers has opened, which made me think. For a town with a population of 11,700 the place isn’t exactly short of places to get your hair cut. In fact, barbers take up a high percentage of the shops here and are second only to restaurants and fast food joints. I decided to photograph all the ones on the main drag. Here’s the result.

I can’t help wondering if they’re not cutting each other’s throats as well as blokes hair…

Getting back in the swing of things…

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It’s our first Monday morning ‘back at work’ after returning from new Zealand – although that’s been more noticeable for Dawn than I as I’ve been busy editing pictures and catching up with people ever since I returned last Thursday. Even so, today feels like the start of a ‘proper’ working week – especially as Dawn’s not been around, so we’ve been separated for the first time for five weeks.

As the jet-lag didn’t hit me too badly and we had snow on the ground I’d planned to get back into the swing of things on Saturday. Railways in the snow make for some good pictures, but I’d forgotten one thing: the bloody Northern Rail Saturday strikes are still dragging on, so many of the lines near us either had no service or a skeleton on. This led to Dawn and I driving over to Diggle and the Colne Valley for a little while, but the snow didn’t really play ball as it was more on the valley tops in Yorkshire, leaving the railway clear – as this second picture shows.

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A pair of TPE Class 185s heads towards Diggle and the Standedge tunnel, ready to cross from Lancashire into West Yorkshire. 

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The snow never made it to the floor of the Colne Valley, as this view of a 185 between Marsden and Slaithwaite shows. 

That said, the snow in adjacent Lancashire did make for some nice pictures. Here’s Denshaw, near Diggle. I admire the cyclist as this time last year I was training for my “ride India” charity cycle trip in aid of the Railway Children in not dissimilar conditions!

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Today I’ve spent the day working from home, sorting out back catalogue pictures for the Rail Delivery Group as well as wading through emails and trying to catch up with some reading as well as paperwork – all the joys of freelance life. I shouldn’t really complain as I have tremendous freedoms compared to some people, and I love my job – but when you’re a one-man band there’s a lot to catch up with after a month away.

All being well I plan to be out on the rails within the next couple of days. Where I go depends on the weather as I wouldn’t mind one or two more snow pictures. That said, there’s an awful lot of new trains that are out on test at the moment, being prepared for the new timetable in May, so we shall see…

Crunching the StopHs2 social media numbers. January 2019

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Slightly later than normal due to having been away for the past month, I’ve finally found time to take a look at the StopHs2 ‘campaign’ (and I use that word very loosely) social media numbers for Twitter and Facebook. Unsurprisingly, they’re as empty as Brexit supporters promises. There’s nothing going on about from the usual moaning and trying to make mountains out of molehills whenever Hs2 appears in the news or before a Parliamentary Committee. StopHs2 are purely reactionary nowadays. If it wasn’t for the odd article in the media they’d have sod all to comment on as they’re doing nothing themselves. The days of them organising events or actually making the news (rather than moaning about it) are long gone.

Here’s their latest Facebook scores. I’ve added November and December’s as a comparison.

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As the figures show, it’s all pretty moribund. 9229 followers from a population of 66 million where 6.5 million live in constituencies Hs2 will pass through is tiny – as is the number who actually respond to anything. On average, just 0.73% of their followers shared any of their Facebook posts, that’s appalling. After 10 years of campaigning it’s all a bit of a joke, they’re hardly teeming with activists as the comments show – it’s always the same few names who churn out carbon copy responses like this:

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Not exactly a group with gravitas or credibility, are they?

Meanwhile, over on Twitter, the numbers are just as bad. I’ve used the same 3 month comparison here.

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Yet again, the numbers are flat, despite a frantic burst of Tweets from Rukin (as StopHs2) on 24th January! He frantically tweeted 24 times when Hs2’s former Chairman was giving evidence in Parliament – for all the good it did. The stats show that fatigue soon set in amongst their supporters, the more he tweeted, the less retweets he got! Even retweeting themselves (as they did on a number of occasions) couldn’t bolster the poor numbers!

Nowadays, Rukin’s ‘style’ has descended into abuse and flat out lies, his Twitter tactics have more in common with the high-vis fascists who insult MPs outside Parliament than anyone respectable and whose opinions would carry weight. In the past month an average of 20.09 of their 6484 followers can be bothered (or still exist) to retweet his rubbish. That’s even worse than Facebook at 0.30%! Does that sound like an active and vibrant campaign to you? The #hs2 hashtag used to be a hive of activity for Hs2 antis with a 100 plus, regularly Tweeting to criticise Hs2. Nowadays that’s shrunk to a few dozen regulars and a noticeable bunch of bots who all tweet from the same script that includes support for Brexit and a penchant for Islamophobia.

To be honest, their Twitter ‘campaign’ is a complete waste of time as it descended into childish name-calling and fantasy years ago. All the remaining Tweeters to is show why no-one takes them seriously anymore, they’re more tinfoil hatters than anything else. Here’s a couple of examples.

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Oh, and (apparently) UKIP will cancel Hs2 when they get into Government! *sniggers*

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So, as you can see. It’s all over bar the moaning now…

 

 

 

Rolling blog: Picking up where I left off…

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11:15.

It’s time to shrug off the jet-lag and hit the ground running now that I’m back in the UK. First off is meeting up with friends and colleagues in Manchester to find out what I’ve missed over the past month and to sort out some projects for the coming months. Of course, there’s a social side to it too!

I’m currently on my first Northern Rail service of the year, the 11:06 off Sowerby Bridge to my old home town, Southport. It’s a good start as it’s on time and it’s made up of two refurbished units, a 150/156 combo. I’m travelling on the 156 as I much prefer them to the 150s, it’s good to see them becoming regular on the Calder Valley line again nowadays.

The walk down to Sowerby station wasn’t too bad, despite the fact there’s fresh snow on the ground. The weather’s turned milder so I don’t feel like a fish out of water after being used to New Zealand’s summer temperatures!

The dusting of snow we’ve got on the hills around us is thicker and lower as I’ve journeyed West, so this is also a valuable reduce trip as I need some snow pictures for a client. Hopefully the snow will hang around for a day or two.

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We’re now on the Eastern outskirts of Manchester, where the snow’s thinner but still present and the weather brighter. After being used to an Island with less than 5 million inhabitants it feels rather odd being back in the far more populous UK.

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People familiar with Manchester pubs might know where we are now…

16:52.

After a very convivial afternoon I’m on a train back across the Pennines. To be honest – it’s bleeding freezing! Clear skies have seen the temperature plummet. Even this trains HVAC system’s struggling to cope…

17:37.

A quick pit-stop at the Hogshead before I tackle the hill home. One thing I did miss in New Zealand was the one thing the UK is unique at – pubs. Nowhere else in the world comes close. It was one of the things UK expat (in New Zealand & elsewhere) always mention with a wistful expression.

New Zealand update: pictures of trains, planes and automobiles – and even a couple of videos.

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Despite the jet-lag I found a second wind after a couple of hours dozing, so I managed to  edit a few more New Zealand pictures and get them onto my Zenfolio website. There’s a real mixture – hence the title of this blog! You can find the gallery here.

There’s still many more to sort out. I’ll try and get them on Zenfolio over the weekend. I hope you enjoy them. Oh, if you want to see a couple of video’s of flying out of Queenstown and landing in Auckland, go and have a look at this blog I’ve just added them to the end of.

Rolling blog: Back in Britain…

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06:20.

It’s a bit of a shock to the system but we’re back in the UK after flying in from Houston. We’ve actually had a very good flight. Our plane was well over half empty. The food was very good and crew were friendly and helpful, my only observation was that this was an 11 year old 777-224 (N69020 for the aviation geeks) so the seat-back entertainment system was rather clunky.

We arrived nearly an hour ahead of schedule after an easy flight. It’s the first time I’ve flown out of Houston and across Texas, so I was surprised to see just how green the state was. After a childhood spent watching cowboy films the last thing I was expecting was to see how green it was with huge tracts of pine forests, winding roads and arrow straight roads. We also crossed Louisiana and Arkansas only by then the clouds had rolled in. leaving little to see but this.

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Admittedly, US cities look rather spectacular when you fly over them at night…

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It was still night when we entered UK airspace and flew past Bristol and up the Thames valley before looping back on ourselves before lining up for our final approach to Heathrow, where we encountered mist and very low cloud. Now we’ve got to re-adapt to UK climate, which isn’t at its best. It looks like we’ll be returning to snow in West Yorkshire. We’ve a few hours to kill before then as our Grand Central service back to Halifax isn’t until 10:57…

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We’ve braved the cold to get on the Piccadilly line tube to Kings Cross. In truth, it’s not a bad day to come back to. The sun’s shining and it’s a beautifully clear but frosty morning.

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After brunch at the Parcel Yard in Kings Cross station we’re now speeding North through a Narnia style landscape courtesy of Grand Central trains (my first UK rail trip of the year). We ran out of sunshine North of Peterborough, swapping it for freezing with visibility down to a couple of hundred metres at most. Doncaster almost looked attractive in the frost (no mean feat) although the further West we get the more the frost’s fading. I don’t envy the guys we passed, working on the station platform extensions at Pontefract, they must be freezing – despite all their PPE.

19:17

We’re home, unpacked and knackered! Having travelled halfway around the planet on two flights, one of 12hrs 30m and the other of 7hrs 45m plus a layover of 2.5 hours as well as having crossed the international dateline has caught up with us. Now it’s time for bed and a chance to begin resetting our body clocks to UK time.
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