Thursday 31 August 2023

The Mountain Spirit That Delights All Who Ride With Her

The Mountain Spirit That Delights All Who Ride With Her  

A glorious summery Saturday at Porthmadog; tickets booked for seats in the observation coach on the Ffestiniog and Welsh Highland Railway’s Highland Spirit service – what a wonderful prospect lay before us, and what a memorable trip it turned out to be. 

 

 

The Highland Spirit service runs the full length of the Ffestiniog Railway, from Porthmadog to Bleanau Ffestiniog, where the famous slate was quarried, becoming known as “The Town that Roofed the World.” 

Wendy on the footplate, getting her fix of steam

 We had reserved seats in the Observation Coach, Gwynedd; in celebration of the 150th anniversary of passenger services on the Ffestiniog Railway, the carriage is numbered 150, in deep purple-brown Victorian livery, lined in gold, with Pullman crests. Inside, it is a luxurious cocoon in which to travel, with beautifully comfortable individual seats covered in deep blue upholstery, and tables crafted from Utile hardwood, related to mahogany, edged with a veneer. The panoramic windows afford the best unobstructed views for the journey.

 

The Observation Coach 150, "Gwynneth"

Happy passenger Bob - in reflection!


The train was coupled up behind the loco Merddin Emrys; she was hauling a total of 10 coaches, and we set off from the Station, chuffing along the Cob (sea wall) causeway, past the River Glaswyn. 

 

 On the Cob

 

The Cob was the brainchild of William Alexander Maddocks, who arranged for the Traeth Marshes, the estuary of the River Glaswyn, to be drained, and a new harbour, Porthmadog, was built in the 1820s. It developed into a busy shipping port, serving the international slate industry. 

 

 

For nearly 200 years, the Cob had been a toll road; until 29 March 2003,  travellers paid 1/= (one shilling – 5 pence) to use it. From 1978, for the last 25 years as its existence as a toll road, the fee was collected by the Rebecca Trust, and the money paid distributed among local charities. In March 2003, the Welsh Assembley Government bought the Cob from the Trust; it became part of the A487 route, linking north and southwest Wales, and the toll was abolished. 

The Toll House is now known as Bridge Cottage, and is still standing. It was adapted as an office for the Parc and Croesor slate quarries and clad in slate to show off their products; a fine example of the beauty of slate and the patterns they can create, it is a fine show house.  

Once across the Cob, our excursion to Blaenau Ffestiniog continued through ever-changing scenery, and during the journey, we were treated to a whole orchestra of sounds from the engine, as it had to increase its efforts climbing the various uphill gradients along the line. 

We were so fortunate to see a slate train passing by us, on the down line to Porthmadog; as it is gravity driven, there is no loco, but runs freely down the hill. There is a brakeman on each wagon to ensure nothing runs away too quickly; all the riders on the wagons smiled and waved as they clattered past – and we happy passengers on the Mountain Spirit service returned their greetings equally enthusiastically! 

The slate train

 

Happy passengers on the slate train!


Our engine was coal fired, using some Welsh coal, but as this is not as abundant as it used to be, it is mixed with other synthetic material, formed into ovoids.

Unfortunately, on this trip, our engine was not entirely happy with the fuel, and it was difficult to keep the steam pressure up; the driver had to keep stopping for a “blow-up” – to get enough pressure to be able to steam to the next station.

  

Trees along the track

 

A glimpse of the lake from the railway track

 

It was then decided that at the next station, Tan-Y-Blwch, our loco would be replaced by another engine, David Lloyd George, which very fortunately was already in steam - this spare loco had been due to go down to Porthmadog and pick up the slate train we had already seen earlier, on its way downhill; instead, it came to our rescue!  

When we reached the station, the change-over was accomplished with the minimum of fuss, and soon we were on our way once more. 

 

 The loco that came to our rescue, David Lloyd George

Travelling round the Deviation Spiral, built between 1965 and 1978, we could see so clearly the ingenuity of those mid-twentieth century railway engineers, allowing the line to traverse Llyn Ystradau (Tanygrisiau Reservoir), created as a lower water storage area for the Tanygrisiau power station. The hydro-electric scheme was proposed by the Central Electricity Generating Board (CEGB), which, from 1958 until privatisation, was responsible for the generation, transmission and sales of electricity in Wales and England.   

We arrived at Bleanau Ffestiniog a little behind schedule; but no-one complained at having had the chance to enjoy extra time on board the Mountain Spirit service.  

Alexandra's turn for a whiff of steam!

All too soon we had to take our seats again in the wonderful observation coach, for the return journey downhill, back to Porthmadog; but how we wished we had had the opportunity to stay longer in Bleanau Ffestiniog, and learn much more about the slate quarrying and how the slates were transported round the world – truly earning the title of “The town the roofed the world!” It has whetted our appetites for an early return visit.

 


Wednesday 9 August 2023

Sunset on the longest day of the year - 21 June, 2023 - Meols Beach, Wirral

Sunset On The Longest Day Of The Year - the Summer Solstice: 

21 June, 2023 - Meols Beach, Wirral

We know the Wirral Peninsular well. When Wendy was little, we lived in Birkenhead, and it was lovely to find the area warmer (thanks to being surrounded by water!) than other areas of England. 

When Wendy's Dad was the Naval Engineer Overseer at Cammell Laird in Birkenhead, we first rented a house in Prenton, and then moved to Raby Mere, but we also got to know the other areas too, and that included Meols (pronounced "MELS") and the beach. 

If the weather is clear, the sunsets can be spectacular; this year found us in the area on the longest day of the year, so Wendy suggested we drive to Meols and watch the sunset, and what a beautiful sight it was. 

We parked up on Meols Parade, by the Sandhey Slipway for boats to get on to the water, and settled down to watch the sun sinking down, slipping towards the horizon.

It was such a balmy evening; the sun sank lower and lower, and then - almost suddenly - at 21.45, it was gone.  

Even though we couldn't see the sun anymore, that didn't mean it was completely dark; as the moon appeared, the sky remained "dusky light," and the harshness of the wind farm was softened by the ambient illumination.

Then the moon shone clearly, and we managed to get a photograph of it, with Venus, the Early Evening Star, visible in the sky a little way away. 

(O du, mein holder Abendstern...)  *

Everything was so still, so quiet; it seemed the hubbub of cities, all the rush and tear, either didn't exist or else were a long way away, and we just enjoyed the quiet peace of the day and the evening.

Afterwards, driving home, we felt really blessed to have been able to see such gentle magnificence - so easily enjoyed, no tickets to buy for the show: just sit still, watch, and appreciate the natural splendour. 

 

* I was reminded of the aria from Tannhauser, paean to the Evening Star. Once, years ago, I went to the Planetarium in Johannesburg, and took my seat in the auditorium. As the lights went down, and the theatre went dark, the seats began to tilt backwards, and O du, mein holder Abendstern started to play. It was very gradual, but soon you were left gazing up at the ceiling of the theatre; I remember being told they had a Zeiss projector, and slowly, very slowly, the stars began show and twinkle in the dusk above us. It was magical! and we mustn't forget the name Evening Star has also been immortalised as a famous steam engine as well...! 

After the show, one of the astronomers invited me to view the stars through one of the largest telescopes I had ever seen. As I searched the night sky, I found Saturn; its rings were almost fully open, and one of the scientists said, "Isn't that pretty!"  

Pretty! I thought that didn't even get close to describe well enough how enchanting I found the planet; it was 887 million miles away, and I was viewing it, from here on earth. It was the first time I had seen it, and it was sailing through the sky in all its elegant splendour. That was a night to remember.