Having had a spanner thrown in the works by the failure of the server's power supply, plans had changed quite a bit by the time I arrived at Paddington this morning. The 'one of those days' effect remained in action, as the HST stock was late coming off St. Phillips Marsh and was checked along the way arriving over twenty minutes late. Straight down to West Brompton, and then to Willesden Junction.
No problems at all in identifying the famous footbridge - conspicuous by the crowd of enthusiasts along its length! Took some time figuring out how to get from the High Level platforms down to the ground, then up again onto the bridge - ending up about fifteen feet from where I'd started but having walked for five minutes or more! Early highlight was the arrival of 66701 on the High Level platform with a train of EMUs for scrap, followed by 66710 on the main line.
I'm attempting to puzzle out my new camera. The manual is as thick as some novels I've read.
Over the past few months of trying to improve the pictures I take, particularly in terms of railway photography, I realised that my Olympus C160 was not quite what I needed. Firstly, I missed the optical zoom which my previous (and rather ancient) Kodak DC210 had. I also felt that as I improved in my abilities, I would need more control over the setup - which is not possible on the smaller compact cameras.
So I settled on the Fuji Finepix S7000, which seemed to be versatile without being hugely expensive. So far, it seems easy to use - but with lots of clever tricks and low-level settings to tweak once I begin to understand them.
Off to Willesden Junction for some field tests tomorrow!
Today started out along much the same pattern as yesterday. First to Bristol in glorious sunshine, then onto a Birmingham-bound Voyager towards threatening clouds. Changed for an all-stops Walsall unit at New Street, and soon alighted at a very wet, cloudy and muddy Bescot Stadium. Wandered alongside the yard - no easy photographs within my limited camera range, so headed onto the footbridge. Pretty quiet, with a few arriving Class 66s and some shunting moves on the depot.
I've had a home on the web for more years than I care to remember, and a few kind souls persuade me it's worth persisting with keeping it updated. This current incarnation of the site is centred around the blog posts which began back in 1999 as 'the daylog' and continued through my travels and tribulations during the following years.
I don't get out and about nearly as much these days, but I do try to record significant events and trips for posterity. You may also have arrived here by following the trail to my former music blog Songs Heard On Fast Trains. That content is preserved here too.