I’d hoped my first blog of a new week would have been about something more positive, but I’ve just watched Sir Keir Starmer announce his resignation as PM and leader of the Labour party. A decent man has been hounded out of office by the media and betrayed by the disloyalty and the personal political ambitions of those in his own party.
Some things never change. It seems the Labour party has steadfastly refused to learn the lessons of the Tory years of endless political psychodramas. The political stability many have been yearning for following those times has been ripped apart again. Now we’ll have a Labour leadership race – with Andy Burnham looking the almost certain winner.
I’ve no real love for Burnham. Having watched his career over the years I’ve come to the conclusion he’s a political Janus. Now personal ambitions have unseated a serving Labour Prime Minister. Now, I’d be happy to be wrong about Burnham. I hope he makes a good Labour PM, but those in his party who think ditching Starmer will stop the onslaught of negativity from the right-wing media are naive fools. The media has gained another scalp and will be even more emboldened. Far too many of them want to see Farage in No10 so aren’t going to stop. Now will the Elon Musks of this world. They all have far too much power nowadays. Gone are the times when the rich spent their money on improving the welfare of their fellow citizens. Now they buy newspapers, set up TV ‘news’ channels which are little more than propaganda outlets, or rig social media to highlight and pump out far-right views – and or politicians seem unable and/or unwilling to do a damned thing about it.
Now, all we can do is sit back and watched the media circus as they salivate over the leadership contest, something they’ve been so keen to make happen.
This is not a good era for democracy.
Ironically, I passed this reminder of better times yesterday. Southport infirmary was built with money donated by the wealthy owner of Hartley’s jam. Then, the wealthy campaigned for and helped build a better future for the fellow citizens. Now the obscene wealth held by just a handful of people is used to undermine not only their own citizens, but everyone.
Yep, after time in rolling Devon and a brief sojourn in the hills of West Yorkshire I’m back in the coastal flatlands of Southport for the next few days. Only this trip is tinged with sadness. Whilst I was away in Devon I received the tragic news that Bev, my sister in law had lost her brief fight with cancer. There’s so many thoughts and memories about the time we all had together before I moved down to London in 1986, but a blog is hardly the best place to express them. So many of the people we knew then have passed away – but there is one memory I’ll mention. A birthday party at the flat they occupied in the early days. Lots of friends were there and various people provided food – including my mother, who’d made a trifle. As the evening wore on (and the more senior members of the family had taken their leave) things got out of hand. If I remember rightly, Angie threw the first bit of trifle. After that all hell broke loose and we ended up in a full on food fight of the sort that you’d have seen in a 1960s comedy! The next morning those of us who’d stayed overnight ended up trying to clear up the mess, scraping trifle and other sticky foodstuffs off walls, pictures and carpets. Not to mention what was stuck to us! So, Bev, I’m so sorry to hear of your passing, but I will never, ever forget you – or the fun that we had in those distant days.
Right now I’m passing time by getting fit (no really!). Staying with my sister Anne has enabled me to do a lot of walking as well as taking advantage of the exercise equipment in a local park. What I’m finding helpful with this is what was my old Fitbit. Now, Fitbit was great for keeping track of your movements and giving you feedback on some of your health metrics, but it was passive. Now it’s been absorbed into Google and they’ve added an AI coach. I’ve always been cynical about AI – for lots of reasons – but I find this AI coach really helpful. It’s both motivational and informative, it’s not passive at all. It doesn’t always get things right (but all you have to do is correct it) but it gives me lots of useful information unprovoked that inspire me to improve my exercise.
Mind you, that’s not all. Our friends in Devon (along with Dawn) have inspired me to go on a low-carb diet. I’ll be interested to see how that pans out over the next couple of months, but as I’ve just cleared 3 million steps in 2026 I’m feeling positive!
Meanwhile, I’ll be enjoying splitting my time between walking, exercising and working as the weather here in Southport’s been pretty good – although we’ve had some threatening skies
Thankfully, the rain stayed out to sea.
Tomorrow I hope to be doing some more exploring, so watch this space….
Friday saw me travel back from Southport to West Yorkshire, swapping the coast for the hills and sunshine for cloudy weather – along with a significant drop in temperature!
I was in no rush to get back as Dawn was busy working all day so I had plenty of time to soak up the sun, stretch my legs and get in some exercise before catching the train. I’ve really enjoyed staying at my sisters and reacquainting myself with the town I grew up in (but left so long ago). Splitting my time between between Southport and Halifax gives me the best of both worlds. I’ve lots of stories in the bank to blog about when I have time. But for now I’ve other things in mind.
Dragging my suitcase and camera kit to Meols Cop station I caught a type of train from another chapter of my life – my 25 years living in London, when the Thameslink Class 319s often carried me around the capital. Now, most have gone for scrap, but a few have been converted to bi-mode (diesel and electric) Class 769s which are a staple on Northern services from Southport to Stalybridge and Manchester Oxford Rd.
Once, these 100mph electric trains carried passengers from Bedford, though central London to Brighton. Now they’re seeing out their retirement as bi-mode units, but still working from city to coast – just a very different city and very different coast! Here’s 769434 arriving at Meols Cop, a station in Southport which is well looked after by local station friends.
They’re a definite improvement in quality compared to the old 1980s built Class 150s which are also regulars on the route. Especially as they still have the former 1st Class area with its roomy 2+1 seating, making them ideal to sit back and relax in as the rich farmland of the West Lancashire plain trundles past the window before we call at Parbold where the landscape becomes more hilly. By Wigan the landscape changes again, as the route onwards to Bolton was dominated by the mines and cotton mills of the industrial revolution. Nowadays all the pits have disappeared, as have many of the mills, and the scars on the landscape they left behind are gradually healing.
On arrival at Manchester Victoria I swapped the comfort of my 4-car Class 769 for a rammed 2-car Class 195 which was working a Chester-Leeds service. This was totally inadequate for the numbers travelling but Northern seem to have problems with short-formed services at the moment. I’m glad that I don’t have to do this part of the trip every day as I ended up standing all the way back to Sowerby Bridge. Fortunately, Dawn was available to pick me up as pulling a suitcase a mile uphill whilst wearing a 12kg camera bag is a bit of a minority sport!
Now I have a full day back at Bigland Towers before we’re on the move again – but not by train this time. The pair of us are driving down to Devon where we’ll be staying with friends for a week. Hopefully, I’ll find time to blog. They may not be wordy, but they’ll certainly contain some different pictures of a part of the UK I’ve not visited for many years.
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We’ve had an excellent start to community rail week with a very well attended opening event at Oxford station this afternoon. The festivities culminated in a canal side walk followed by snacks and drinks at ‘Yellow Submarine’ in the city. The rain that was predicted held off, making the event even better.
Getting back has proved to be more stressful.
I hung around in Oxford to download and edit the first pictures from the event in order to get stuff ready for the press release, then spent some time taking a few pictures for myself as Oxford stations changed a bit since I was last there due to the construction of the new through platform and the rebuilding of the Botley Rd bridge which it’s necessitated. That meant I was leaving just before the evening peak, heading North on a rammed and late-running Cross-Country service. That was unfortunate, as I had a ten-minute connection time at Birmingham International. Our dwell times increased at each station due to the sheer volume of people squeezed into a five-car Voyager., which meant that at Coventry my connection was sat in the opposite platform. Thankfully, signallers put us out ahead of the Pendolino I was meant to catch and I made my connection at International with minutes to spare. I was hoping for a pleasant journey but ended up having to seat next to a surly young girl with attitude who stank of BO. Thankfully, she bailed out at Sandwell and Dudley, leaving her aroma around to linger!
But, at least I was heading home. As it sped North through deteriorating weather the Pendolino emptied out, making for quite a reasonable journey from Crewe to Wigan. I even managed to blag an empty table bay!
Swapping between stations at Wigan I caught my last train of the day – and one of my favourites. As much as I enjoy a tilting, 125mph Pendolino, there’s something to be said about the old Class 156s. They may not have the same catchet, but they’re a great train for rural lines.
The only problem was the vista. Remember I said the weather was getting worse the further North I got? By the time it came to cross the West Lancashire plain it was persisting it down – and had been most of the day, apparently.
Still, if this weather continues tomorrow it’s not too bad. I have a massive backlog of pictures to edit and things to do indoors for my sister. Let’s see what happens…
After a long day exploring Southport yesterday I’m on the move again today, this time I’m bound for Banbury as a positioning move to be ready for the opening event of community rail week which starts tomorrow.
Walking to Southport station’s a lot easier than back at home as the town’s flat. The only hill I encounter is a railway bridge! Even so, I’ve already clocked up over 6000 steps.
Right now I’m on a Merseyrail Class 777 to Liverpool. From a passenger’s perspective they’re not bad trains. They’ve level boarding, a/c, power points and plenty of space. From an operators point of view they’re a bit of a nightmare due to ongoing technical issues with various bits of kit – including the passenger information system. Still, this one should get me to Liverpool OK.
The line to Liverpool’s changed enormously since the days of my youth. The freight lines that dominated the docks have almost all disappeared, along with the coal yards and sand traffic. Yet rail traffic from the docks still exists, with regular intermodal trains and biomass being moved to Drax power station
12:45.
The trip to Liverpool was painless even if the train was busy. I’d time to kill in Liverpool and spent it people-watching, sitting outside Lime St station as throngs of travellers made their way to and from trains whilst seagull sat shouting at each other on the station roof, or occasionally dive-bombing unsuspecting people as they scavenged for food.
I’m booked on London North-Western’s 12:33 to Birmingham New St, but we’re already late leaving do to a ‘spillage’ needing cleaning up. I can’t say I’m too surprised as this 8-car Class 350 service was bursting at the seams on arrival. It’s far more relaxed at the moment and I have a table bay to myself, which has allowed me to set up the mobile office.
12:55.
We left 12 minutes late. Annoying, but as I have a lengthy connection time at Smethwick Galton Bridge is makes little difference to my journey. As we headed through Edge Hill we passed rakes of wagons used for the biomass traffic I mentioned earlier as GB Railfreight who haul the trains have a depot there. Today there was an unusual visitor in the shape of one of the company’s new tri-mode Class 99 locomotives, presumably on test.
13:37.
We’ve made it as far as Crewe. I’ve enjoyed the trip so far as the line form Liverpool to Weaver junction is one I rarely travel along nowadays compared to when I lived in London. Then I was up and down almost every month and I can’t even remember the last time I was on a train that stopped at Herford or Winsford! Now I’m back on much more familiar territory as we head for Birmingham.
16:45.
The last leg…
Having swapped to a battered and rather dirty Class 172 for the trip across Birmingham via Moor St to Dorridge I’ve swapped to and equally battered and dirty Chiltern Class 165 which will carry me to Banbury. Both units are badly in need of new seat upholstery as they’re threadbare.
The weather’s not looking too good either as there’s a build-up of heavy grey clouds that could herald rain. As long as it doesn’t arrive before I get to my hotel I’m not too bothered!
22:30.
Time to bring today’s blog to a close. I joined the other members of the Community Rail Network for an early evening meal, then retired to our hotel on the redeveloped canal wharf in order to do some work.
Hotel to the right, bars and eateries to the left.
However, I did notice this interesting bit of local history…
In railway circles LTC Rolt is best known for his seminal work on railway accidents, ‘Red for danger’.
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After a baking hot bank-holiday weekend where we celebrated Dawn’s birthday (blog to follow) I’m abandoning the Pennines to head back across the West Lancashire plain to Southport and another birthday. This time it’s my ‘kid’ sister Anne.
Right now I’m on Northern’s 10:00 from Sowerby Bridge which is heading to Manchester. Fortunately, the air-conditioning on this 3-car Class 158 is fully functional, giving me chance to cool down after walking down to the station from Bigland Towers.
Today promises to be another hot one…
10:35.
Having slowly filled up en-route my train’s arrived at Rochdale where dozens of summer-dressed travellers were waiting for us. Now we’re almost full as we head for Manchester Victoria. The weather this side of the Pennines is just as good as in West Yorkshire, which makes a change! Most of my fellow passengers appear to be leisure travellers. Only the wonan sat across the car from me is working away on a laptop, almost everyone else is staring at a smartphone screen.
11:00.
Wonder of wonders! We pulled into Victoria 5 minutes early, which put us ahead of a GBRf hauled freight train, giving me enough time to leap out, grab a picture of it as it passed through the station and then rejoin my train. Talk about a lucky break. Now I’m arriving at Salford Crescent for a change of train in order to take the route via Bolton instead of the slower (all stations) route via Atherton.
Platform capacity at Salford Crescent is about the increased by 1/3 as the new platform 3 is complete and awaiting the first services to call when the new timetable comes into force.
11:25.
I’m now heading fast to Bolton aboard a packed Class 323 EMU heading for Blackpool North which is running just ahead of the Southport train. These 90mph EMUs only used to be seen South of Manchester but new electrification and an influx of cast-off 323s from the West Midlands has allowed them to extend their area of operations to include Blackpool, Wigan and Liverpool. The only problems with ’em is their lack of air-conditioning and 3+2 seating arrangement.
11:40.
This is more like it! I abandoned the 323 at Bolton, crossed the platform and caught the Southport train which is being worked by a bi-mode Class 769. Having seen it at Salford Cresent I was wise to the fact this former Thameslink unit had the old 1st Class seating at the front of the train – which is where I’m now relaxing in a comfy single seat. Whilst not as crowded as the Blackpool service there’s still plenty of the ‘bucket and spade brigade’ who’re obviously heading for a day out at the coast.
A commuter train heading to Blackpool is less than ideal due to the lack of luggage space but at least there’s plenty of seats.
It’s the weekend so I’m heading back to West Yorkshire for the bank holiday weekend and to celebrate a special event on Monday.
But first, I’ve nipped into town to pick ip some shopping. The sun’s shining and the town centre’s slowly coming to life with early shoppers and the first pensioners (batteries fully charged) starting to race their chariots up and down Lord St. Talking of Lord St, I couldn’t resist having a look at the wonderful Art Deco Garrick Theatre building. It’s been empty since Covid struck time but an exciting restoration is due to start anytime now with the building being converted into a spa hotel and theatre with the original architecture restored, although some traditionalist bodies remain unconvinced. Personally, I’d rather see it repurposed than see it left in the state it’s in now. The Garrick featured in a famous railway poster from the 1930s painted by Italian artist Fortunino Matania which celebrated a very different age!
No tracksuits or electric chariots in those days! Now it looks rather less grand…
Right, time to start travelling…
11:15.
Having picked up some bits I’m on my way East. En-route I found this street artist who’s picked up the Sandgrounder* vibe by making sculptures from sand.
Right now I’m heading for Wigan aboard a vintage BR built Class 156, my favourite multiple unit of the era. Big windows and table bays make it an ideal regional train.
*Sandgrounder is a nickname for someone who hails from Southport.
12:05.
Having crossed the West Lancashire plain I’ve made it as far as Wigan (or Wiggin, as the locals pronounce it) to arrive at Wallgate station. I’m not saying I feel old but I remember the old Lancashire and Yorkshire railway building and the station being illuminated by gas lighting!
I resisted the temptation of the areas excellent real ale pubs and merely stopped for lunch on the hoof – chips and curry sauce from the chipshop outside the station. Making my way to North Western station which was thronged by young girls who seemed to be wearing more make-up than clothing and lads with cans of lager glued to their hands, I’m now waiting for a train to Preston.
Burp! International cuisine has hit Wigan as you’re now offered a choice between English or Chinese curry sauce on your chips!
13:45.
Having made it to Preston aboard a very busy Northern service bound for Blackpool I’ve now swapped to a more sedate service – a local Preston to Colne stopper which will carry me as far as Blackburn.
It stops at all stations en-route, which includes some well-kept stations that are maintained by local adopters (Pleasington being a good example). I’ve been meaning to stop of at some of these stations for years but have never found the time. Maybe one day…
20:15
I was greeted at Halifax by both Dawn and fabulous weather, so the two of us decided to get out onto the moors for a walk and catch-up whilst we enjoyed the great outdoors. We drove up through Ripponden to the moors and reservoirs above Cragg Vale, where these views awaited us.
Light Hazzles and Warland reservoirs on the moors above Walsden.
Looking the opposite way across to Manchester with Hollingworth Lake Country Park in between.
Now we’re back at home for a quiet evening in. Time to relax before a busy day outdoors tomorrow as we’ll be making the most of the weather in order to prepare the garden for the summer…
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My voyage of rediscovery here in Southport has continued as I rack up the steps during my daily wanderings before returning to my sisters to cook and help out with a few chores. There’s no pattern to where I go, nor a plan. I turn corners at a whim to either prowl new streets or rediscover old ones whilst trying to remember what the hell used to be there! Here’s a few pictures from my most recent expedition.
More of a statement than just a house. It must be an nightmare to maintain, but if I had money to burn I’d rather like to own it! Yes, Southport is home to the British Lawnmower Museum! The old hospital on Park Rd, burned out and derelict after a mysterious fire which happened not long after it was bought by developers who were (so I’m told) refused permission to make major alterations to it. There’s a gang of grannies who go around Southport supplying these decorative tops. I’ve no idea why this one bares the Chinese flag tho! Chic Churchtown is home to many shops, bars and cafe’s. Thatched roofs are quite common but seeing one that’s been rethatched is unusual. It’s a dying art and expensive to renew as they need to be done roughly every 25-30 years. This Chinese chipshop was a family favorite. Know affectionately as the ‘soggy box’ because your orders were served in cardboard boxes it was a great pitstop for lunch when I was working with my elder brother. Their sweet and sour fish with rice was sublime. It’s still there, but the original owners sold it many years ago, The old tram depot in Canning Road still survives as the local bus depot. The skyline behind used to be dominated by the local gasworks and the smell dominated the area when I was a kid. Remember I talked about disappearing corner shops? This is the corner near my parents. On the corner was Finches, a newsagent/tobacconist. It still had an old cigarette vending machine outside way into the early 1980s. To the left was Marriott’s chip shop and to the right was a butchers.
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I’ve been splitting my time between Southport and Halifax recently, for a number of reasons which include family duties. This has given me an insight into two very different worlds across the North of England. Right now I’m back in Halifax, having come back on Thursday to vote in the local elections. Sadly, the election results were far less favorable in Calderdale than they were in Sefton (the area which covers Southport). I’ll blog about the results in detail tomorrow but the upshot is that whilst Labour retain control in Sefton whilst they’ve lost control of Calderdale to Reform. I now await the inevitable political shitstorm that will follow as Reform indulge in their usual backstabbing, abuse of anyone not ‘one of them’ and pointless performative politics whilst pretending they can be trusted to run more than a whelk stall.
Politics aside, Dawn and I have been getting on with home improvements and redecorating the living room. Dee’s proving her skills at wallpapering despite never having tackled it before. I’ve been offering support and technical advice in the background whilst covering other chores. Sadly, the great weather I’ve been enjoying over on the coast hasn’t followed me to Calderdale, but then the place does feel rather gloomy after the election results. No matter what you read in the media desperate to ‘big up’ Reform, it’s clear the majority of residents didn’t vote for the ‘Fagash Fuhrer’ Farage’s latest party and most reactions are less than favourable.
I’ll be here for a few more days yet as as we both want to get the living room to a stage of completion where it’s a livable space rather than a just a work in progress. After that I’ll be on my travels again. Whilst I’ve been here a couple of commissions have come in that will see me on the rails again at the beginning of next month, which will dovetail nicely with other projects in the pipeline. Plus, when the weather picks up I’ve more Merseyrail and Liverpool adventures planned – and more. June’s going to be a busy month.
But for now I’ll leave you with a picture of the weather over the Calder valley earlier today. It neatly sums up the mood of many in Calderdale after the election result was announced.
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At the moment I’m enjoying time in Merseyside, rediscovering old haunts and basking in glorious sunshine. Well, until today. Now, with a bank holiday looming the sun’s decided to have some time off too! Blue skies have been replaced by grey, with cutting through temperatures and rain adding to the mix. Hey ho…
I shouldn’t really complain, yesterday I took a break from paperwork and plans to head over to Liverpool in order to do some food shopping. Whilst Southport has become much more cosmopolitan when it comes to the availability of exotic ingredients there’s still stuff you can’t get here, which gave me the impetus to visit the city of my birth and the Chinatown area, where I was sure I’d be able to buy what I needed.
It was lovely to be back in Liverpool. The city’s so vibrant nowadays compared to how I remember it in the 70s-80s. Bold St, at the back of Central station’s a great example. Nowadays is lined with cafes, bars and restaurants with people dining alfresco as seating’s spilled outside to take over the street. The atmosphere’s great. I also rediscovered ‘News from Nowhere’, a radical bookshop which used to be elsewhere in the city. One thing I discovered during my brief browse was a selection of cards. This one particularly amused.
In contrast, Chinatown was remarkably subdued. Many places were closed, I’m assuming because it’s just not economical to open during the day that early in the week. Still, here’s a selection of pictures from my wandering.
The gateway to Chinatown in Nelson St. I photographed this over 25 years ago for the the Lonely Planet guide to England. Art and relaxing in the sunshine in Great George SquareSt Luke’s bombed out church.
To be continued..
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