Devastated

On Saturday I had planned to attend the Market Deeping Model Railway Club’s annual exhibition at Stamford Welland Academy, my local secondary school, and to join the club again after an absence of several years owing to other commitments. But at 4am that morning Lincolnshire Police apprehended four youths who seem to have been responsible for the destruction of almost everything that had been prepared for the show on the previous evening. I had an unwanted free afternoon.

It is quite heartbreaking, As someone who has just spent only six years building a really rather basic model railway I sympathise deeply with those who have lost far more years’ creative work. I have moved home and am struggling to house my layout but cannot bear to dismantle it - how dreadful that there are people who think it acceptable to destroy others’ beloved creations. Theft is understandable but I cannot understand destruction; it looks like they just wanted to hurt people, many too old simply to start again on twenty years’ work. The huge total of crowdfunding gifts will not simply help financially but emotionally, demonstrating a huge amount of goodwill and support.

I did not get to the exhibition to resume my lapsed membership, but I shall be attending the club again soon and will try to take part in its rebuilding and in next year's exhibition, which ought to be outstanding after all that generosity!

A Transport Heritage Holiday

Reflections of a wet city in
the shiny valance around
New Street Station. That's us
standing there!

Our best friends suggested a spring holiday in Birmingham. Yes, that Birmingham in the English West Midlands: not an obvious holiday destination, but (1) they and I have all lived there briefly a long time ago and (2) it is actually a much better place for a short break than most people think. A neighbour here who once lived in nearby Lichfield (now there is a place to visit!) says that Birmingham undersells itself: as our largest city after London it is fairly self-sufficient and self-confident and simply does not advertise how great it is. Birmingham is also booming, and things that were brand-new and forward-looking when I was there in the 1970s have now largely been demolished, replaced, put back as they were before or are simply tired old buildings that look like they really do not belong in this vibrant reinvented city.

The Comfort Inn: the hotel in theatre land!

So we found mutually convenient dates, I booked a couple of hotel rooms and we each bought our train tickets, arriving from different directions within ten minutes of each other at Birmingham New Street, probably the most centrally-located railway station  in the UK, or even the universe! Our chosen hotel was the Comfort Inn, one of a chain of budget hotels, chosen both for its low price and for its location. The location in Station Street was both its biggest advantage and a disadvantage at the same time! It is the handiest hotel for New Street station, being just along the street from the new south exit of the station, but in a back street by a station meant the detritus of city life swilled around it a bit (the smell of cannabis smoke hung around the street one night). However, this part of town is on the way up: it is what passes for theatre land in Birmingham - not one of the first parts to be improved - and the nation's oldest extant cinema, The Electric, is three doors from the hotel and has recently been refurbished and reopened, and the strip club the other side has closed. These were small matters, though: this was not a holiday spent hanging around the hotel, and it provided the sleeping space we needed in a place that could not have been more convenient or economical.

We did have an agenda for this break. We were to visit the Severn Valley Railway and to take a boat ride on the canals - these trips for our friends: I have done both before but am always ready to do these again. The schedule left some considerable gaps for which we could devise activities once we were there, Birmingham having plenty of museums, shops etc, etc. Or we may just need a rest, or to explore places we had once known.

Travel-wise for us it was easy: there are hourly through trains to New Street from our local station in Stamford and I booked Advance tickets to save a few pounds (not a lot on such a short trip), and with travelling out on Easter Monday I was able to get a First Class upgrade for a little extra. The return leg was with a straightforward Off-peak Single so the we could be flexible about our return time. Our friends travelling from Croydon had to allow plenty of time crossing London and enjoyed coffee at Euston while awaiting their Virgin Trains Pendolino to New Street. We arrived first and waited for them on the main concourse. Meeting people at the new New Street is slightly daunting owing to the sheer size of the place, but in the event it went well and we walked off together to check in to the hotel.

After finding our rooms and unpacking we made our way through the Bull Ring (a shopping area, not a venue for animal cruelty, for those who do not know Birmingham) to Moor Street Station. We were not going anywhere but having tea at the Centenary Lounge on the concourse of this beautifully restored terminus. The art deco surroundings, the swing music, the excellent tea and cakes all make this the best place for a cup of tea and piece of cake in this part of the city. We then strolled through the city centre to the canalside and in due course enjoyed a pint in a pub by Gas Street Basin before seeking a suitable restaurant at Brindley Place for our dinner together that evening. So far the weather, which had been predicted to be cool and wet, had been reasonably kind to us, at least it had not been wet.

We arranged a meeting time for the following morning at Moor Street, having made our own arrangements for breakfast (we all did different things, so we did not include breakfast in the hotel booking this time - it is not difficult to find something in Birmingham city centre!), and bought a group ticket to Kidderminster for our day on the Servern Valley Railway.

The ride out to Kidderminster is interesting in itself, under the centre of Birmingham to Snow Hill Station (which was closed when we were living in the city!), then through the Jewellery Quarter alongside the Midland Metro tramway before bearing left to head south through the Black Country and into Worcestershire. At Stourbridge Junction we passed one of Chiltern Railways' silver trains in the carriage sidings, and soon we were at the platform at Kidderminster and within a few more minutes buying our rover tickets for a day on the Severn Valley Railway at their terminal station next door. We began by taking the next train all the way to Bridgnorth, a rake of British Railways Mark 1 coaches and a GWR pannier tank locomotive. This was small engine for a big train and sitting near the front of the train we were treated to quite a bark from the exhaust whenever we faced an uphill section of line.

From the train there's an interesting view across the West Midland Safari Park not long after leaving Kidderminster. Always there is a family in the park waving at the train, then the train pauses at Bewdley, once the terminus of the restored line before the new station at Kidderminster could be built. A stroll along the train to the buffet car and there were pints of beer for us all as we continued the journey northwards: the kind steward helped me carry them back to our compartment two carriages away.

This is one of the longer and better-established preserved railway lines in Britain and has a variety of stations each with its own character, and the line's own website is worth visiting for information about them. At a couple of the stations we crossed with trains going the other way, all trains steam-hauled today and one of them consisted of Gresley-designed teak panelled coaches. A little effort with the timetable supplied with our tickets enabled to work out which service we should need to catch on the way back in order to travel on this set, complete with Gresley buffet car, the whole set with art deco features!

Soon we were traversing the hillside high above the river at Bridgnorth and gathered our belongings to leave the train. Although I had visited this railway three or four times before I had never explored Bridgnorth: the plan was to have lunch here but we did not need to leave the station to do that unless we wanted to! There were many options, basically either a short time here and stop at several stations on the way back, or a longer time and stop once or not at all on the way back. After discussion, and looking at the reasonable weather (and it never got more than reasonable all week!), we decided to take a stroll into the town centre and visit the cliff railway on the way. The walk took us just below the top of the ridge, looking down on "Low Town" Bridgnorth and the River Severn, with "High Town" to our left and thence came across the upper terminal of the Cliff Railway. By now it was lunchtime and we were disappointed that the lovely-looking tea shop at the railway terminal was full and we'd have to look elsewhere for lunch, but we soon found the retro Tea and Roses in the charming town centre, which was worth seeing in any case.

We made our way back and bought tickets for the ride down the cliff - only return tickets are available here so each of us now has a ticket to ride up this cliff should we ever find ourselves needing to do so! I wonder if I'll remember where to find mine when the time comes ... By Swiss standards this is a very short funicular railway, but it has charming old-fashioned coaches and is quite unusual (though not unique) in England. From the lower terminal we made our way back up cliff by way of the highway until we reached the footbridge across the valley back to the railway station where we had a short time to explore the gift shop before boarding the aforementioned LNER teak panelled train for the trip back towards Bewdley and Kidderminster. We decided not to break the journey at any intermediate stop but to make our way back to Birmingham for a bit of a rest before our evening meal. I had personally visited most of the line before, so I was happy to do whatever the rest of the party wanted.

Art deco detail of the Gresley teak panelled coaches of our train back to Kidderminster

There was a short wait for our train back to Birmingham and we decided to leave the train at Snow Hill and walk across the city centre to our hotel, just to see something of how it had changed since most of us had lived here back in the seventies and eighties. My friends had not visited much since although I had been occasionally over the years and even visited from time to time when changing trains at New Street. The presence of trams and absence of buses in Corporation Street comes as a great surprise to anyone who has been away from Birmingham for a few years, and in my view there has also been a decline in the standard of the shops in both Corporation Street and New Street, with the "high end" shops concentrated at the Mailbox and in the shopping complex of Grand Central and Bull Ring. It is not bad, but it is not a smart as it was.

The Grand Central terminus of the Midland Metro tram
service. Soon trams will go through here to Broad Street and
beyond, using battery power in places to avoid the need for
masts in sensitive areas

A different venue for our evening meal that night and then bed at the end of a fairly busy day of exploration. On our second full day we had a number of options, but continuing the transport heritage theme we had decided on a canal trip and we had photographed the boat departures list at the Brindley Place waterfront on our first evening stroll, so we knew when we needed to be there and planned a fairly leisurely start to the day.  I start rather less leisurely than most, so I went for a stroll before our agree time to meet: actually it was a bit more than a stroll because it included a tram ride to the Jewellery Quarter and back! It was all rather wet, although not cold.

I went back to the hotel to meet the others and off we went. The tour took us through some of the Birmingham Canal Navigation waterways with a commentary on the history of the canals and their significance in the city and region. The boat was comfortable and we took full advantage of the licensed bar. Not much had changed since my last trip on the canal, but a very great deal had changed since my first trip in 1972! It was hard to imagine back then what would become of this part of the city forty year later. But things come and go: in 1972 the smartest part of the canalside seemed to me to be the Longboat public house, crowded with young, upwardly mobile people in the lunch hour as I passed by on a tour of Birmingham in freshers' week - Aston Town Planning Department's intro to Birmingham for new students of town planning, as I was then. After our trip on the canals we visited the very same pub, now called The Flapper (though not as period as the thirties railway coaches we'd used the previous day!) and we were the only customers in a down-at-heel bar, a shadow of what I remembered. The rain didn't help, of course.

Before we went to The Flapper we visited the Library of Birmingham and made our way to the rooftop garden for views over the city, and especially the canals that we had seen and were about to see. After we left, we followed the canalside just a little farther and then made our way back across the city centre for our hotel.

On our final morning we went for a walk through the city and explored places we had known before and then in due course caught our respective trains home, the hotel having kindly looked after our luggage in the meantime. Over the three days a certain amount of shopping was also done, so there was more to take back than we had brought, although not a great deal more!

I ought to explain for those who've never been that it does not always rain in Birmingham, or indeed in England, but for several weeks this spring (but for one brief burst of cold and snow and another of blazing hot sunshine) we have had daily rain showers right across most of western Europe. It must end soon, surely.

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Rising to the challenge!

A couple of years ago I had to attend a residential meeting in Yorkshire, which I managed to do by train and bus in spite of a clear expectation that everyone would drive there, a house miles from the nearest town. My Bishop does seem to like setting me a challenge, and this autumn the meeting was held at a country house hotel in Market Bosworth, famous only for the battle in which King Richard III was killed, although a very pleasant little town. Last time I had been in that part of the country I was 21 years old and driving a minibus full of other members of the Aston Steam and Rail Society to visit the (since deceased) Revd Teddy Boston at Cadeby Rectory, over forty years ago.

But how would I get there without the car? Quite simply, as it turned out, and this is where the internet has really made travelling to new places so much easier by public transport: by searching for "buses to Market Bosworth" I was easily able to download the timetable for the bus service from and back to Leicester, Arriva route 153, and Leicester is a quick through train ride from my home in Stamford. I worked and enjoyed coffee on the train to Leicester and took in the scenery on the bus ride.

Driving is probably quicker, to be fair, but I do try not to clog up the roads and present hazards and pollution to everyone I pass unless I have no choice. I have written into my rule of life that I shall walk, cycle or use public transport whenever possible, and although it is not always possible, it is not as difficult to avoid driving as many people think. And I met people, and spoke to some, and I enjoyed a walk across Leicester city centre between the rail station and St Margaret's bus station, and the views across the Leicester countryside from the top deck of the bus, turning a necessary journey into a joyful adventure.

The Meeting Place

When St Pancras station in London was refurbished for its new rôle as the terminus for high-speed services to France and Belgium via the Channel Tunnel, the traditional meeting and greeting place under the big clock was enhanced with a fabulous sculpture by Paul Day. The work is dominated by an embracing couple, he obviously British, she probably French, meeting (or saying farewell) above the heads of people eating and drinking at the pubs and cafés around them, and if we can just spend a little time here rather than rushing on by as if we have a train to catch - for there is much more to do at St Pancras these days than merely catch a train, even an international one - we can see much about the history of this station and the people who have used it in war and in peace in the carvings under the couple's feet.

Here are some of my photographs. I shall not comment on them but leave readers to imagine their own commentaries. I have some personal favourites among the sketches seen here but would not want to spoil anyone else's enjoyment by seeming to suggest that you might like these too.