|Dinmore Manor on the old pit|
|Apparently we should have gone nearly twenty minutes ago|
|Heaven knows how many it would take to change a light bulb|
|Steve apologising for the grubby state of Dinmore Manor|
|Impressed with the GWR and GWSR.|
|Crossing at Winchcombe|
Sean was around for he first round trip, along with his son. Sean spent most of his time heckling from the first carriage. The way to deal with him I soon learned was to point my camera at him and he'd quickly duck his head back inside.
|He wasn't always quick enough|
|Later on, running around at Laverton|
|Personally I was sceptical about that.|
As I suspect that our Operations Manager will read this, for his benefit, I did acquire an accident form and eventually decided that filling it in would cause me far more pain than the vacuum pipe had and after consultation with Steve, we decided that it wasn't appropriate to fill it in. It really was "just a flesh wound".
|Back to express passenger again|
|Martin made himself useful by pulling some coal forward for me|
|Steve was well wrapped up, but still noticing the cold.|
Sometime during the last trip, an emergency was declared, the carriages were running very low on toilet paper. Nigel phoned ahead from Cheltenham to Winchcombe requesting that extra supplies were to be made ready for collection. Needless to say he cheekily offered me a roll to mop up the blood, regardless of the fact that my head had long since stopped bleeding and I was looking like my usual self again. Not that looking my usual self was necessarily a good thing, but I was hoping that it would at least stop people vomiting on the platforms. Well I lived in hope anyway.
|Nigel offering me one of the toilet rolls|
|Putting Dinmore Manor to bed on the old pit|
|4270(r) and 1450 on the Mid Hants railway|
|Brian and 4270|
|Ben on Raveningham Hall|
Moving swiftly on to Monday, we had the second and last of the photo charters organised by Don Bishop. By 08:00, everything was ready, Neil had managed to split the maroon rake whilst it had been in service on Sunday so that it was down to the required 4 carriages, Martin had her in steam in plenty of time for the 08:00 start, John was driving again and had her oiled up and ready to go. Mike had appeared early enough to perform a repair to the ash pan door so that it could be closed properly and also to feed old video cassettes onto the fire during the runs past to give a bit of colour to the exhaust. Peter and Mel were ready to signal and guard respectively. The sun was just rising into a largely clear blue sky, with just a few traces of clouds to be seen. By the time that we got down to Winchcombe to try for the first shots of Dinmore Manor exiting Greet tunnel, the sky had turned to a solid grey mass of cloud, never to clear again for the reminder of the day. Never mind, it still looks OK in black and white.
Usually when exiting Greet tunnel in the direction of Winchcombe, the loco will have shut off and there will be very little steam. It's only on photo charters that you can arrange for steam to be on and get any kind of exhaust.
|Leaving Greet tunnel|
|Arriving at Winchcombe platform 2|
After an early lunch, to make the most of the forecast sunshine in the afternoon, we set off again with a fresh crew for a few shots departing Toddngton.
|Passing the brick layers....|
|...and the brick and mortar fetchers|
|I rather liked this one|
|Still no joy.|
|Ben damps down 7820's ash pan|
|Dinmore Manor on the old pit after dark|
|And off again, before the exposure was over.|
Finally, as many of you will know, Mark Clarke recently passed away after being taken ill whilst preparing the DMU for service a few weeks ago. His funeral was on Monday and there was a good turnout from the GWSR and CDRL. In all there were a dozen people from the railway supporting his son James and wife who are both volunteers on the Railway. The service closed with The Fireman's song by Don Bilston which all of GWSR/CDRL contingent agreed they’d be having at their funerals.