Dinosaur hunting…

Sunday has always been a day of rest for many parts of our transport networks. It gives the opportunity to visit parts of the railway and find slumbering beasts gathered together rather than spread far and wide on their daily hunt for work…

I love the excitement and anticipation walking around a yard (with permission of course) and I’m sure you can imagine just how big a deal it is to have bagged ‘Defiance’ in the yard at the weekend. Such a massive machine but it’s low slung ground hugging outline sits low and silent in the yard. Only another 12 months, although of course we don’t realise, of it wearing these Railfreight colours and always the curiosity. A shame that the conversion was deemed unsuccessful as the sight of a 50 on freight was always a treat…

I can feel it. I agree. The railway is a thing of work that we connect deeply with. That means it’s a place where we’re confronted with that conflict of things we relate to in our deeply personal way compared to big tools of work that are bigger than we see them as. I’m wandering in this tangent. Here, in this yard, we can walk about and relate to this place in human terms. Seeing like this feels like some kind of deeply personal reward. We know why it’s here but it feels like it’s come to here so we can meet. We: it and us.