Category Archives: Ferroequinology

Ryedale Revisited — and a good food find

By fold­ing bike to Helms­ley.  Few spring flowers yet apart from snow­drops and cro­cuses, one patch of celandine, and few lambs too, though lots of fat ewes.  Catkins, but not yet the light green sheen on the trees which is … Con­tinue read­ing

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Paris

Bras­serie St Louis, Musee de Cluny, Café de la Place in the Marais, Flea Mar­ket, and a won­der­ful tiny flat on the 4th floor on the Ile St Louis.  April in Paris may be mar­vel­lous, but Feb­ru­ary is pretty good … Con­tinue read­ing

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There and back again

Apart from the stu­pid­ity of hav­ing to stay overnight at Stansted because you can’t get there from the North in time to chekc in for a 10.30 am flight, jour­ney there went quite well.  Note how­ever, that the bed­room décor … Con­tinue read­ing

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To Stockholm

A 7.30am train from Oslo to Stock­holm — some rather quaint and eld­erly Swedish Rail­way car­riages — big win­dows you could drop down and a loco hauled train.  Seemed rather odd for an inter­na­tional ser­vice but then the Nor­we­gi­ans and … Con­tinue read­ing

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Bromptons, Bromptons, everywhere

Bromp­tons are still rare enough in con­tin­ental Europe to be notice­able (except the Neth­er­lands, where there seem to be quite a lot), so when I parked my Brom­mie out­side a shop in cent­ral Paris one morn­ing, I was quite sur­prised … Con­tinue read­ing

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Deutsche Bahn disappointments

By train to France, Ger­many, Aus­tria and Bel­gium, though the first and last were transit only.  Eurostar fine and on time both ways, though Brus­sels Midi was a com­plete zoo.  Don’t be temp­ted to try an under half an hour … Con­tinue read­ing

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There and back again — by “any permitted” route

If there is one fea­ture of the post-privatisation rail­way that I love least, it may well be the “Rail Replace­ment Bus Ser­vice”.  Just about bear­able on a rural line, where the bus some­times winds through leafy lanes and pic­tur­esque vil­lages, … Con­tinue read­ing

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Letters the Guardian didn’t publish. 1.

Dear Sir, On Fri­day after­noon the guard on a Cross Coun­try train leav­ing Bris­tol explained that the reason for the over­crowding was stu­dents trav­el­ling home for the week­end. So — over­crowding is the pas­sen­gers’ fault, rather than the dec­ades of … Con­tinue read­ing

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Ferroequinological note

Cross Coun­try to Exeter.  I have yet to fathom how the on-line book­ing sys­tem knows how much it is going to annoy me to be alloc­ated a seat behind a win­dow pil­lar, but some grem­lin in there likes to ensure … Con­tinue read­ing

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Travel by Tube

Which actu­ally, I didn’t on this trip to Lon­don, pre­fer­ring to use my free bus pass and enjoy the super­ior views.  But the spe­cial poster exhib­i­tion at the Lon­don Trans­port Museum (extremely well refur­bished since I was there last) was … Con­tinue read­ing

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