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37601 runs into Sheffield on the 1st of of test runs for 93001. Two disappointing things for the group waiting on platform 5.
1. It was 37601 and
2. It ran down between platforms 1 and 2 and not as booked.
Perhaps the 1st day was route familiarisation before thr 93 ran the next few days.
A sunny front 3/4 loco only shot and why not.
i bought a 200 acre farmstead in southern virgina several years back.the property had been basically abandoned for 20 years and the
locals had grown very accustomed to regarding it as their own hunting
ground. we bought the property in oct/nov'ish, which is the begining
of deer hunting season in those parts (the creep of southernism
in my speech will become readily apparent, bear with). so the first
several weekends, i would take my father up there to make a clearing
to put up a storage shed and build up my smithy forge. we put up no
trespassing signs and chains across the road, but they would be torn
down and cut when we arrived. it was clear we werent going to be
entirely welcome. .
One weekend my dad stopped at a pawn shop on the drive up, saying he
wanted to look at something. 10 minutes later he came out with 2
Chinese semi-auto assault rifles and 1000 rounds of high velocity
ammo.
'Ummm....' i said, 'not a good idea'
"We have to be prepared. Things might get hairy."
"Sure, but you know how to fire one of those?"
"pretty sure"
"nice....just put em in the trunk and forget about them dad.'
so when we arrive the signs are down and the chains cut and dad is
freaking out that the locals arent showing us respect. i sigh, roll
eyes, and start a fire to make some coffee. now in virginia they use
dogs to hunt. the deer are flushed out into open fields by baying
hounds and beagles where the lazy hunters sits on his truck or ATV and
pops off shots at them. as we start drinking coffee, a pack of dogs
tears thru our campsite and we see a deer pull out of a grove about
100 feet to our left and tear across 40 feet ahead of us into a broom
straw pasture. shotguns erupted from an opposing treeline about 100
feet to our right. 8,9, maybe 10 shots fired, tangentially in front of us. dad runs back to the car, pulls an assault rifle from the
trunk, loads up a 50 round clip, and marches past me towards the
treeline of hunters.
'whoa! what the fuck do you think you are doing?!'
'im gonna teach those bastards some respect!!'
'put the gun down, dad. you arent going anywhere with that.
just settle down.'
'just relax son, i'll take care of this, i'm not afraid.'
'hahaha, im certainly not afraid of them either. but...they know we
are here. they are just trying to rattle us - and apparently it worked
on you. now look, this is the big picture here. there are probably 4
or 5 locals in that treeline, they can probably see you right now,
they have probably been hunting here since they were children, they
know this land, they know the local sheriff, they dont know you. you
go charging in there and they might even drop you and not a word would
be said about it. you were in the army like 30 years ago, you read
soldier of fortune magazine on the toilet - this doth not a commando
maketh. just settle down, gimme the rifle and go load up the
other one.'
reluctantly he gave me the gun. i took it over behind a huge 4 foot
diameter fallen oak out of the sight line of the hunters, left it
there, and returned to my coffee. ten minutes later, another deer
flushed out and another volley erupted from the treeline. dad gave me
a withering look of contempt as if he was digusted for siring such a
spineless son. i smirked back and said 'breathe....its ok. trust me.'
i went over to the oak and the rifle, put down my coffee, and squeezed
off all 50 rounds in rapid fire. CRACK CRACK CRACK... an assault rifle
is a loud impressive beast, i must admit. a minute later we heard a
jeep and an atv drive off from the treeline. i went back to the fire,
finished my coffee and asked dad to get the other rifle and go get
down by the oak.
'what?'
'trust me...serious. you have about 2 minutes.'
as he got the gun and walked over to the tree, we saw a convoy of 6
trucks and jeeps and atvs barrelling down our drive road (about a mile
long).
'dad, please just stay put behind that tree, dont let them see where
you are, unless, obviously things get 'hairy', then call the cops on
your cell and handle things. but remember even if you shoot in
self-defense, you are going to jail, and its their jail."
"what the hell? what are you going to do??'
'no big, we are going to have a little chat. no worries'
a minute later, the six vehicles pull up around in a semi circle and
like 15 hunters get out, some with their shotguns, others without, but
certainly packing a pistol or something. this huge older thick headed
lout with a stereotypical chunck of chewing 'bacca in his lip and a
grimy blaze orange padded jacket was standing in front, looked around
at our campsite and snorted with complete contempt.
'boy, who the fuck is shooting machine guns around here?!' he says
walking over at me.
i just sat there on a log drinking my coffee looking at him.
'you deef boy? we was up yonder (swear to god they use 'yonder', go
figure!) and some dumbfucker starting shooting automatic machine guns
at us. waddat you?'
i lit a cigarette and just stared at him for another 10 seconds or so.
(honestly i couldnt tell if i was in way over my head, but i
knew if we showed weakness the whole adventure of living up there
would become some fuct hatfield-mccoy OK corral deliverance hillbilly
nightmare)
'this is my land now - and that is my gun. and dont call me boy.'
'now look here, we are out here hunting and you are gonna hit somebody
shooting like that. so you need to settle down...boooooyyyy. we'been
hunting here for over 20 years and the season just started. we'll tell
y'all when you its safe for you to come back here and play or whatever
the hell you california boys do back here (the realtor must have
filled the locals in on our situation).
cigarette drag. stare.
'you got me, boy?'
'no, boyyyy. here is the deal. this is my land now - and you are
fucking trespassing. i fired those shots, not at your boys, but into
the ground, because i know there is nothing a hunter hates more than
to think there is an asshole out there in the trees with an assault
rifle. i knew it would get your attention. now i am going to live
here. i am clearing off this land to build a home and eventually build
a business. i am gonna raise a family here. i believe in good
neighbors. i am gonna be a good neighbors. but y'all have started this
out ugly by vandalizing my signs, cutting my chains, trespassing to
hunt, which can land your ass in state prison for a couple months. so
short of you making some jack ass move and trying to shoot me right
here which i can tell you would be a very bad ideat, we can sit down
and work out some sort arrangement that will make us good neighbors.
so what do you want? you want to fight or figure it out?'
(snort) 'youre fucking crazy!'
'no. just very determined to makes sure everybody walks outta here and
that this little bullshit harrasment stops today. so what do you
want?'
'check this california boy out. who does he think he is'
'look, i already called the game warden this morning before i came up
here. real nice guy (one mongoloid in the back guffawed and said 'he's
a fucker.) he was very obliging and told me all about your state
hunting laws and the serious penalties for trespassing and he even
mentioned that he might be stopping by today to say hello. and last
week i spoke with the county magistrate (DA to them), also a real nice
guy, looks like we are going to be going to the same church (i had
stopped in at the beautiful 200 year old episcopal church on a
previous trip to meet the rector and meet some of the folks - never
especially religious, but i knew enough of small towns to know that
the church is where you socialize and get your social ranking), happy
to see some new faces coming to the county. he told me all about the
history of this part of the county and this property. in fact, he said
if i had any problems to give him a call and he'd give me a hand. so
you and your boys aint got much to stand on right now. you keep up
this hunting and the game warden is gonna revoke your licenses at best
and toss you in jail at the worst, especially if your poachin' was
done in a coercive threating manner, and im sure the magistrate
wouldnt mind a bit drawing up the cases."
'ha, the sheriff is my brother in law,' the lout says.
'cool, roll the dice, see what your brother in law will do for you. or
you put your guns back in your trucks and lets work this out.'
'what'chu got in mind?'
'ok, i accept that y'all have been hunting here since sheriff shappard
died because there was no one to say no, and we all know there isnt
another plot of property with an open 100 acres of clear shooting this
far back off the road for 20 or so miles. so i dont feel right just
telling you boys that you cant hunt here anymore. so you can hunt
here.'
'well thats good, glad youre talking some sense.'
'so you can hunt here for the rest of the season...but next season you
can only hunt the front half of the property and the following year
only the front quarter of the land. you get three more years you can
hunt here, after those three years i should have a home built here and
we can discuss if any of you wants to buy permission to hunt that
front quarter. three years free is a good deal.'
'not really...'
'its better than the alternative. but here's your catch. only you and
your hunt club are allowed to hunt here. no one else. understand?'
'thats not much of a catch, why would we want to share it?'
'the catch is that you are responsible for making sure no one hunts
here, no one vandalizes my gear that i store here, no one messes with
my signs. if anybody hunts and vandalizes this property, then all bets
are off and you can go ask the hunt club down 'yonder!' if you can
hunt with them - i'm sure they wouldnt mind .
long story short, they agreed, we agreed. no more problems with
vandals and such. in fact, they actually called the sheriff on some
boys from another county who had come over during the week to hunt.
and they made sure we knew they had done so. after two years a 300
acre property a mile or so down the road was bought by a timberer and
clear cut. after the trees and shrub growth starting coming back after
a year it was perfect for deer hunting and the timberer had no
objections to the locals hunting there, so it wasnt a problem not
hunting at our place. it was never warm and fuzzy with the locals up
there, but they did respect our property. we never had anymore problems with
them.
damn, i hadnt thought about that story for years now.
An EMD six axle duo runs around their consist of welded rail flat cars before heading back east to the yard in Missoula MT. The crew will use the siding here at Plains in order to get the power onto the east end of the cars. March 11, 2019.
Kodak TMAX 400, Nikon F
[Best viewed on large screen.]
This short film is based on the fine exhibition at the Inveresk Museum in Launceston, “H.J. King: Cameras and Carburettors”. It runs until late August 2023. www.qvmag.tas.gov.au/Whats-on/Museum-at-Inveresk/HJ-King-...
I was kindly given permission to photograph each of the exhibits (including video recording the film excerpts that I edited and posted yesterday). They even bent their no tripods policy for me to make this possible. For obvious reasons the museum lighting of the exhibits is dark (these photographs are precious and bright light would destroy them quickly). So once again I was able to trust the low light capabilities of the Nikon D850 to deliver, though manual focus was necessary under these conditions. So every single photograph here is captured by my camera.
Born in 1892, Herbert John King (known as H.J.) was a devoted amateur photographer, though he did in the 1920s pioneer an aerial photography business producing maps. He was industrious and innovative and was one of the early proponents of infrared photography. His greatest service in photography was not some stylistic innovation, but rather as a faithful recorder of a passing world. His historical photographs are for that reason very important.
King’s other passions are also made known in this short film. Motorcycles, and the natural world of wilderness and Tasmanian flora and fauna. The second half of his life (King died at 80 in 1973), was one of distinguished community service, as a founding member and President of the Launceston Field Naturalists’ Club, and a distinguished member of the Tasmanian Royal Society.
He was also a lifelong member of the Christadelphians, and as such was a pacifist and environmentalist.
Enjoy the presentation and the period music.
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www.utas.edu.au/library/companion_to_tasmanian_history/P/...
* A note about the lighting. You notice the sepia tones. Some of King's earliest photos are in sepia or have this soft brown tint. This is the result of a chemical process that took place in the darkroom. Its purpose was to prevent fading and prolong a photograph’s life and archival value. But almost all of his post 1920 photos are straight black and white. The reason I opted to go with the museum lighting temperature is that this is exactly the experience you have of looking at these photographs in the exhibition. Frankly I also think it adds a level of warmth (quite literally in fact with the lighting) to the photographs.
Northern Rail Nos. 156424 & 150103 pass through Middlewood with 2B26, the 14:08 Manchester Piccadilly – Buxton service on 21st December 2020. The short tunnel in the distance runs under the Macclesfield Canal, part of the Cheshire Canal Ring.
67028 and 67012 head Le to Bristol Barton Hill Depot
i went for the unique 67s and 90 OHLE test rain that had some paths in for some runs today
A river runs through a barley field reflecting the early morning light. Nubra Valley, Ladakh Himalaya, India. Please press 'L' on your keyboard for the full effect :)
Some more time-travelling at the weekend while out and about with dad. From 1822 at the hand-cut Falkirk canal tunnel back to 142 AD or thereabouts, walking a stretch of the Antonine Wall (which stretches across Scotland and actually runs through moments from my family home, so I grew up by this).
Look now and at first you could easily assume these dips and rises are natural, if a little regular for nature. But this was once the great barrier of the Antonine Wall, the defensive line marking the northernmost boundary of the mighty Roman Empire, You can see the defensive ditch Romans would usually create around forts, camps and walls on one side, the line of the actual wall (turf and wood mostly, unlike Hadrian's Wall further south), behind the line of the wall a clear pathway that was, 1800 years ago, a straight Roman Road connecting all the fortifications along the wall, allowing troops and supplies to be moved as required.
The town I grew up in as a fort in the Antonine Wall, so I grew up with this history, it made it come alive for me, it wasn't something that happened far away and distant in time, it was right there moments from our garden gate. On this day dad and I took a stroll in the Scottish countryside, but we also marched along the high wall where Roman Legionaries patrolled, ever on guard to protect the Empire from the Barbarians. You can't go more than a few miles in Scotland without tripping over history.
Quo Vadis.
The Teign Estuary with snow covered hills on the outskirts of Teignmouth.. better in light box 'L' on keyboard..
HBM..!! thanks for your visit & comments..
TRAXX 186 189-7 of FRET SNCF at standstill in Ecaussinnes (Belgium) during TBL1+ test runs on 03 December 2015
Photo taken with permission
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The Austria and Germany border runs along the ridge (l to r) and runs between the two outcroppings on the left and continues up the mountain ridge on the right. The mountain in the background lies in Germany near Berchtesgaden, Germany.
The Rochdale Canal in Mytholmroyd, Calderdale, West Yorkshire.
The Rochdale is a broad canal because its locks are wide enough to allow vessels of 14 feet width. The canal runs for 32 miles across the Pennines from the Bridgewater Canal at Castlefield Basin in Manchester to join the Calder and Hebble Navigation at Sowerby Bridge in West Yorkshire.
The Rochdale Canal was conceived in 1776, when a group of 48 men from Rochdale raised £237 and commissioned James Brindley to conduct a survey of possible routes between Sowerby Bridge and Manchester.
The promoters, unsure as to whether to build a wide or a narrow canal, postponed the decision until an Act of Parliament had been obtained. The first two attempts to obtain an act failed after being opposed by mill owners, concerned about water supply. The promoters, to understand the mill owners' position, asked William Jessop to survey the parts of the proposed canal that were causing most concern. Jessop gave evidence to the Parliamentary committee, and in 1794 an act was obtained which created the Rochdale Canal Company and its construction. Rennie's estimated cost in the second bill was £291,000, and the company was empowered to raise the money by issuing shares, with powers to raise a further £100,000 if required.
When an Act of Parliament was sought in 1965, to authorise the abandonment of the canal, the Inland Waterways Association petitioned against it, and when it was finally passed, it contained a clause that ensured the owners would maintain it until the adjacent Ashton Canal was abandoned. Discussion of the relative merits of restoring the canal or the Huddersfield Narrow Canal in 1973 led the formation of societies to promote both schemes in 1974.
The Rochdale Canal Society wanted to see the canal fully re-opened, as part of a proposed Pennine Park. They worked hard both to protect the line of the canal and to begin the process of refurbishing it. A new organisational structure was created in 1984, with the formation of the Rochdale Canal Trust.
In 1997, the Rochdale Canal Trust was restructured, in response to announcements that there might be large grants available as part of the millennium celebrations. The canal was still at this point owned by a private company, and the Millennium Commission would not make grants to a scheme which was for private profit, rather than public benefit. The restructuring would allow the Trust to take over responsibility for the canal. However, the plan was rejected by the Commission, and to access the grant of £11.3 million, the Waterways Trust took over ownership of the canal.
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Blooming Lilacs on the creek side of Oshawa Valley , also at the same period is the annual Peony Festival at the Oshawa Valley Botanical gardens with a beautiful trail and creek that runs through the Oshawa Valley concervation area , Martin’s photographs , Oshawa , Ontario , Canada , June 17. 2020
Rotary bridge
Rotary bridge plaque
Plaque
Having a walk on this beautiful autumn day on trail
Eastbourne park
large trees
edited photograph
Having a walk
autumn
Bridge
Oshawa creek
Bridge across Oshawa creek
trail in Eastbourne park
trail in Eastbourne park in Oshawa
Alliums
Lilacs in the Kinsman Valley view park
Kinsman Valley view park
Lilac trees
Peony
Peony Festival
Botanical gardens
Oshawa Botanical gardens
Martin’s photographs
Edited photograph
Oshawa
Ontario
Canada
June 2020
Gazebo
Gazebo at the Oshawa Botanical Gardens
Peony Festival at the Oshawa Valley Botanical gardens
Oshawa Valley Botanical gardens
Oshawa Valley
IPhone XR
Favourites
Hosta
Hosta collection
Oshawa Garden Club Hosta Collection
Oshawa Garden Club
Martin’s photographs
Cropped photograph
Alliums and Peonies at the Annual Peony Festival in Oshawa
October 2016
Trail in Oshawa conservation area
Having a walk
large trees
IPhone 6
We having nice a walk at Oshawa Valley Botanical gardens trail in the Oshawa Valley concervation area
June 2021
IPhone XR
Park bench
Lilac
Alliums
Peonies
Annual Peony Festival in Oshawa
Lilacs in the Kinsman Valley view park
66563 runs alongside the Kennet and Avon canal at Crofton with the late running 6A25 06:07 Stoke Gifford - Appleford aggregates
It should have been past here over an hour and a half previously and was actually showing as on TRUST as cancelled
The scenic mountain range runs over 600 km in central Australia. The MacDonnell Ranges, a mountain range and an interim Australian bioregion, is located in the Northern Territory and has an area of 3,929,444 hectares. The range is a 644 km long series of mountains in central Australia, consisting of parallel ridges running to the east and west of Alice Springs. The mountain range contains many spectacular gaps and gorges as well as areas of Aboriginal significance. 300-350 million years ago a mountain building event created the MacDonnell Ranges. Since that time, folding, faulting and erosion have shaped the range and created numerous gaps and gorges. The ranges are composed of many rock types, but are most famous for their red quartzite peaks and gorges.
The Finke River, or Larapinta (Arrernte), is a river in central Australia, one of four main rivers of the Lake Eyre Basin and thought to be the oldest riverbed in the world. It flows for only a few days a year and when this happens, its water usually disappears into the sands of the Simpson Desert, rarely if ever reaching Lake Eyre. The source of the Finke River is in the Northern Territory's MacDonnell Ranges, and the name Finke River is first applied at the confluence of the Davenport and Ormiston Creeks, just north of Mount Zeil. From here the river meanders for approximately 600 km to the western edge of the Simpson Desert in northern South Australia. It flows through the West MacDonnell and Finke Gorge National Parks. 16243
A classy business train dressed in Armour Yellow runs west along the Erie Railroad's former Main Line through Sloatsburg, NY. This unusual visitor to the east coast is on its way to Harriman Station for a special excursion event being hosted for employees and executives of Brown Brother Harriman Bank.
A unified effort from Union Pacific, Norfolk Southern, NJ Transit and Metro-North ensured this train could run this trip with its own power and with as little delay as possible to both the excursion and scheduled freight and commuter trains. Norfolk Southern fitted both of the UP SD70ACes with PRR style cab signals to allow the UP power to lead on NS and NJT property. They also provided manpower and yard storage to prepare the train for its Sunday run. NJ Transit and Metro-North ensured there would be no conflicting traffic west of Harriman, NY to allow the planned dinner event to unfold exactly as planned.
I was fortunate enough to be able to provide some planning assistance to the Union Pacific team working this train as well as NS photographer Casey Thomason with some advice on locations along NJ Transit that the train could be photographed.
Even though my role was minimal at best, being given the chance to get involved in some of the planning and organization of this trip was certainly one of the highlights of my railroad career. The three days total that this train was in New Jersey was a great experience and some really good people were associated with making this highly unusual trip run as smoothly as possible.
NS 066 @ NY-17, Sloatsburg, NY
UP SD70AH 1943 "Spirit of Union Pacific"
UP SD70AH 9082
A Spirit Airlines' Airbus A320 takes off from runway 28R -South runway- at Fort Lauderdale/Hollywood International Airport.
The South runway was extended in 2014 to accommodate for more traffic from bigger aircraft.
The runway had to be extended to pass over U.S.1/Federal Highway road.
Therefore, planes take off and land on the runway that runs on top of car traffic, making the views of close-up aircraft spectacular.
Smith's now operate 2 Palatine 2 Olympian's on the twice a day X1A service.
They are seen in the depot after finishing their respective morning runs.
Note they each display the two variations of our livery.
With a population of about 50 people, Echo, Utah is a delightful small town, and worth the time to exit off I-84 or I-80 and see for yourself. The Lincoln Highway runs through the middle, running parallel to Union Pacific's Evanston Subdivision. A GSSONH 10 grain shuttle has successfully navigated a 6-degree curve (apparently the sharpest turn between Council Bluffs and Ogden) at the east end of town now approaches a 3-degree curve at milepost 953.5 on an unseasonably warm Nov. 13, 2021 afternoon.
15.02.2020 Wójcik
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Skąpany w złotych promieniach zachodzącego już słońca gagarin, prowadzi skład próżnych 'zbożówek', z fabryki w Dąbrowie Górniczej do Bratkowa. Tam wagony ładowane są piaskiem kwarcowym który posłuży jako surowiec przy produkcji szkła.
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Bathed in the golden rays of the setting sun, Gagarin runs a depot of empty 'cereals' from the factory in Dąbrowa Górnicza to Bratków. There, the wagons are loaded with quartz sand, which will be used as a raw material in the production of glass.
(more details later, as time permits)
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Another year has elapsed since I last photographed the tango dancers gathering on Pier 45 (where Christopher Street runs into the Hudson River in New York City's West Village), on the weekend before Labor Day, late-August 2014. But the sun was shining one weekend in early June of 2015, and I decided to venture down to Greenwich Village once again...
As I've mentioned in other Flickr sets, I have now met a few of the dancers at previous tango event over the past several; years, and I used to make a point of introducing myself to some of them, handing out business cards with my Flickr address so that people would be able to find these pictures without too much difficulty. But the dancers have good reason to be more interested in the music, and the movement of their partners, than a guy on the sideline with a camera -- so most of them have simply ignored me…
Altogether, I've now taken a dozen sets of tango-related photos, and you can see a thumbnail overview of them in this Flickr collection. And if you'd like to watch some other examples NYC tango dancing, check out Richard Lipkin's Guide to Argentine Tango in New York City.
Even though the dancers seem fresh and enthusiastic each time I come down here to Pier 45, I have a definite sense of deja vu: arguably, I’ve seen it all, I’ve photographed it all, I’ve heard all the tango music several times before. So I decided to do something different this time: I took all of the photos with my iPhone6+ camera. I used the “burst mode” feature on the camera-phone, so even though I took some 4,000 separate images, there were only about 400 “bursts,” and the iPhone hardware was kind enough to tell me which one or two images were reasonably sharp in each burst. From that smaller subset, I was eventually able to whittle things down to 50 images that I thought were okay for uploading to Flickr; that’s what you’ll see here.
Actually, the reason I was motivated to do all of this was not Flickr, but Instagram: for reasons that I can only assume are a stubborn testament to the “culture” of its community, Instagram insists on a “square” format, rather than the 3:2 or 4:3 aspect ratio favored by most DSLR and point-and-shoot cameras. Even worse, it insists that the photos be uploaded one-at-a-time from a mobile device. Ironically, this last restriction may prove to be too much; I’m uploading the photos to Flickr from my desktop Mac, but I don’t know if I’ll have the patience to upload them individually to Instagram…
Aside from that, I’ve concluded that the iPhone6+ is a handy little device for casual, ad hoc photos and videos; but it really doesn’t have the features I’ve come to depend on for the photos I want to publish. I won’t go into all of the technical details; chances are that you either don’t know, or don’t care, about those details. And if you do, chances are that you’ve made up your mind one way or another. As for me, I will definitely keep using the iPhone for some of my photos — especially the ones that really are casual, unplanned, ad hoc photos when I’ve got no other equipment that I can use. But with sophisticated little “pocket cameras” like the Sony RX-100 and Canon G7X, those moments are pretty rare for me … still, it was an interesting experiment.
As I've also pointed out in some previous Flickr albums, you can see a video version of the tango dancers from 2011, complete with music (which isn’t really tango music, but that’s okay), on my YouTube page; it’s here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=rqmnTQuwn54&list=UUUXim5Er2O4...
45029 runs off the depot at Bristol Bath Road.
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66136 runs round after working 6M94 2204 Margam to Corby B.S.C. steel into the Northamptonshire facility.
The Yiwu to London freight route is the second longest on the planet; the run from the Welsh steel mill is a something of a sprint by comparison but still a reasonable hike by UK standards.
20th April 2022