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This small flask has a chain handle that also works as the cork keeper, the whole frame is 7/8 inch square, yes tiny silver flask.
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Black cords and shadows make these flasks appear to be floating in the air.
Northern California Renaissance Fair.
With 6 flasks sandwiched between them for tyre turning, RHTT liveried 57002 leads 6Z21 Crewe Coal Sidings to Doncaster Roberts Road Shed, with 66108 on the rear.
68002/005 top n tail 6M50 Innerwick - Carlisle Kingmoor flasks at Abington on their way south. 19/05/2022
Another look at the 6K73 17.23 nuclear flask service from Crewe to Sellafield.
The train is approaching Eskmeals viaduct where the line crosses the River Esk which is seen here in the foreground.
All flask trains have two locomotives in the event of a failure.
In pretty appalling conditions 68009 and 68006 roll down the grade at Helwith Bridge top and tailing 6C22 0757 Kingmoor-Sellafield. The original plan was to take this at Ribblehead, thankfully I was rescued from the near-darkness there by messrs McCart and Reid.
The Weather today was in complete contrast to last Friday when the Hunterston to Sellafield flasks came through Greenlea approching Warren hill bridge. DRS 68009/68018 pass the old Platelayers hut with three flasks.
Direct Rail Services Class 37s 37259 + 37069 working 6k73 Sellafield - Crewe passing Brock near Preston on 29/06/2016
It’s low tide in the estuary at Ravenglass as 68008 “Avenger” creeps across the speed-restricted viaduct over the River Mite with 6C51 1247 Sellafield-Heysham. 88005 “Minerva” swings on the rear, a bit different to the 31 and brake van of BR days.
Once a common occurrence but rare of late, the Saturdays only Sellafield - Crewe Flasks ran today.
Seen here passing under Old Alder Lane bridge slightly late due to a second bridge strike in as many days at Alder Root Lane with Ex Scotrail 68006 'Daring' and DRS 68005 'Defiant' as traction,
* Pole @ 8m.
Having caught 6S43 entering Millerhill, I had enough time to get in front of the Flasks to photograph them again. Here at Inveresk, 37423+37612 are seen with 6S43, Kingmoor to Torness, as they head along the ECML with three Flasks. They have just passed under the bridge where I took my first railway photograph in the early 80's. Caught in lovely sunshine at 0940 on the 29th March 2016
Tan y Manod viaduct. This was a one off run to test the line after the extensive reballasting programme, the siding at Trawsfynydd could only take two flasks so this rake was borrowed from the Wylfa run.
68017, 68026, 68002 68033 quadruple head 6K73, 1723 Sellafield to Crewe nuclear flask train, over the viaduct at Eskmeals.
Direct Rail Services locomotives 37688 and 57002 were working 6k73 Sellafield - Crewe,passing Brock on 01/07/2015
Unusually (for me), it is not raining in Blaenau Ffestiniog as Class 31s Nos. 31410 & 31130 prepare to propel the two nuclear flask wagons and brake van along the Trawsfynydd Branch to the nuclear power station, which if I remember correctly was in the process of being decommissioned at the time and this could have been one of the last such workings. The clement weather probably reflects the date, 1st August 1995. Copyright Photograph John Whitehouse - all rights reserved
Adding a splash of colour to the delightful scene on the edge of Morecambe Bay near Silverdale Moss in this July 1997 scene was Loadhaul-liveried 37698, heading an afternoon flask working to Sellafield, during the early and indeed short period of EWS custodianship of these services, just before Direct Rail Services took over all nuclear-associated rail operations on the national network, initially based from their headquarters and maintenance facility at Sellafield. Of note are the two barrier wagons each side of the four 'FNA' wagons and flasks, and the brake van, such a formation eventually being dispensed with by DRS, using two locomotives instead, as contractually agreed with BNFL. The 'FNA's were also granted a higher running speed, enabling enhanced pathing opportunities on the West Coast Main Line, once approval had been granted by Derby RTC (The Engineering Link), and following the satisfactory completion of several modifications and rigorous network running trials.
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I've always struggled to tell the difference between left and right when I'm pressed. It makes me a poor navigator when I'm asked to provide directions in unfamiliar places and even worse at taking instructions if I'm behind the wheel. Jab me in the ear and I might just about work out that you want me to take the next right, but if you say "right at the next junction," there's still a fifty percent chance I'll turn left. I even failed my driving test the first time because I gave way to a car to the left that was patiently waiting for me to enter the roundabout first. The second time I passed after having written "L" and "R" in the spaces between my thumbs and forefingers - although I had to get someone to check to make sure I'd got them the right way around,
The reason I mention this apparently irrelevant back story is that this inability to distinguish the dexter from the sinister also let me down close to the top of the Pap of Glencoe. It's not the biggest mountain in Scotland by a long chalk; as you can see here it's dwarfed by the peaks of the Aonach Eagach that climb ever higher out of the left (had to think about that) hand side of the frame. It is however achingly steep on the approaches to the summit from the south side out of Glencoe village. By the time you reach the more gentle slopes of its shoulder and gaze up grimly at the seemingly vertical sides of the rocky dome you might be forgiven for turning around and stumbling back down the track behind you. But on that warm and clear July afternoon when I'd stood on top of far higher mountain summits on each of the previous two days I kept on going - I wanted to see that view along Loch Leven.
And so I soldiered on, soon arriving at the last hundred feet of ascent over the rocky slopes, until I reached a point where I realised the path had somehow deserted me. After a brief hesitation I went to the left, when I should have gone to the right, which found me scrambling up uncharted crags over the last few yards before landing in a happy heap near the summit cairn.
Nobody else had come the same way as me, and as I sat on top of the mountain sipping Glenmorangie from a hip flask given to me by Jim from Clydebank at the foot of Ben Nevis the previous day, I gazed at the dreamy landscape far below. I could see the whole of Loch Leven, from where the West Highland Way footpath leaves Kinlochleven to the point at which it flows into the much larger Loch Linnhe under Ballachulish Bridge. Beyond that lay the Ardnamurchan peninsula where the lighthouse marks the most westerly point of mainland Britain (go on admit it - you thought it was Land's End didn't you?). It's moments like this that stay with you forever. It's moments like this that make you want to return and stand on as many summits as possible in the years to come. Would you like to see that view? Oh go on then:
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For a pleasingly long period of time I had this lofty Caledonian kingdom all to myself, but as my time here passed, small groups arrived and left, their departures revealing the easiest way back down to safety. At least I wasn't going to have to go back down the mountain the way I'd come.
Seven months later I was back with Dave and Lee on another unforgettable visit to Scotland when we'd come to photograph as much of this impossibly beautiful part of Britain as the time and conditions would allow. There was only a small amount of mountaineering on that occasion, although it did bring the happiest morning with the camera of my entire life:
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Later we arrived here, close to Kinlochleven on the banks of the loch where I found myself gazing lovingly at the perfectly shaped dome across the icy blue water. "I climbed that last summer." I announced to my very tolerant companions for the umpteenth time. They tutted quietly to themselves as they went about their compositions, while I continued staring at this breathtaking landscape in front of me. Once you've stood on top of a mountain, you feel that unbreakable bond each time you see it again afterwards.
The Scottish Highlands have probably affected me more deeply than any other place I've visited. Some places just do that: they get under your skin and stay there. You keep hearing that distant northern echo on the cold Arctic winds and daydream about the time when you can be there again. It may not be for a while yet, but when we can roam once more I'll be answering that call and setting the compass towards the northern skies.
After walking in Wastdale, tea in Ravenglass we went on to Seascale hoping for a sunset, but after a bright day a disappointing end, except I was surprised when the flask train approached hauled by two 88s and two 68s
Sorry - didn't record the working or the numbers