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Superb early morning autumn light for the all NSE liveried combo of 'Indomitable' and 'Courageous' and a rake of 13 'Cobbler set' Mark 1s on the link between the WCML and the Dudding Hill freight only line. Paul Higgins and myself had to leave Northampton for the drive up the M1 pretty early as 1Z44 had an 08.08 departure from Watford Junction and was due here at 08.34 before going on a tour of Kent followed by a circuit of East Anglia. A tour organised by both Hertfordshire Railtours and BR Watford Area it didn't cover any rare track (except for class 50s of course!) and strangely finished up at King's Cross! It also had the benefit of three photo stops at Deal, Faversham and Newmarket. Alas, I completely cocked up my second shot of the tour at Lillie Bridge in the afternoon as the 6x7 shutter didn't fire and the 35mm slide consequently had massive camera shake too in the ensuing panic as the sun dipped. This view would soon change with demolition of some of Acton Lane Power Station cooling towers and the replacement of the semaphore on the Acton branch by a colour light.
The 1895 Midland Railway signal box still controls trains and the odd semaphore signal here today but has been radically altered to bring it into the 21st century.
Kind but courageous, friendly but dignified, the Bulldog is a thick-set, low-slung, well-muscled bruiser whose 'sourmug' face is the universal symbol of courage and tenacity. These docile, loyal companions adapt well to town or country.
You can't mistake a Bulldog for any other breed. The loose skin of the head, furrowed brow, pushed-in nose, small ears, undershot jaw with hanging chops on either side, and the distinctive rolling gait
50 032 Courageous brings 1C38, the 11:35 Paddington - Paignton through the reverse curves at Wolfhall
William Bagnall 'Courageous' heads past the exchange loops for the bitumen traffic alongside Navigation Way on the Preston Docks branch of the Ribble Steam Railway on Sunday 11th September 2016.
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Do you remember when Norton Junction near Worcester was one of 'the' locations in the area for photographing trains departing Worcester for the Cotswolds or Cheltenham. Sadly this view has become increasingly overgrown and is achieveable as a virtual head on.
This is a London Paddington bound service around 4-5pm.
Apologies for the relatively poor quality of this photo which is a scan from a colour negative- a transparency would I suspect have been of improved quality.
68029 glistens at Scarborough on Saturday 20 November 2021 prior to departing with the 15:34 to Manchester Victoria,
68029, 'Courageous' passing Malton with the '1U31 0729 Manchester Piccadilly to Scarborough' TPE service on 13th January 2023.
I really like the look of a class 68 CAT in Transpennine Express livery on a freight and today 68029 Courageous does the honours on the 6K05 Carlisle to Crewe engineers train hauling a rake of MHA wagons through Balshaw Lane Junction in Lancashire.
This first year male Orchard Oriole was competing with the adults by singing his heart out. Might be the little bit of brick orange on his breast gave him courage :)
The ship that sank years ago just a few meters from the Atlantic shore is now part of the Tema landscape.
Accra Tema, 2015
2015-07-09 20.08.59
"There was once two lions, the first was clever, so very clever and well spoken. The other was strong and very courageous. Though both brothers were noble, the second always protected the first--"
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T'Chaka - "S'yan!"
T'Chaka confused, jogged through the Wakandan capitol building. Hours earlier, jeeps had swarmed the perimeter and men began attacking Wakanda. T'Chaka stopped over a large balcony and watched what went down only 30 feet below him. Mercenaries had scrambled to the front door of the capitol building. Two Wakandan guards pulled out guns and fended well. T'Chaka couldn't watch men die, it was too much to bare for his restless heart.
T'Chaka continued down the corridor as the gunfire stopped from behind him. T'Chaka sighed but was then cut short when a large explosion sounded from only 30 feet below. He kept jogging, whoever was attacking Wakanda was prepared.
T'Chaka - "S'yan, wherever you may be, please for the love of the gods be here for me."
T'Chaka was cut short of his mumbling of pleas as a group of mercenaries cut him off.
Mercenary - "WHERE IS THE VIBRANIUM!"
T'Chaka's heart raced.
T'Chaka - "You may threaten the king. But he will not give you the location so easily."
T'Chaka looked behind him as a shadow fluttered across the wall.
Mercenary - "WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR YOUR GAMES."
T'Chaka smirked, this smirk had always been chiseled on his face when the odds were in his favor.
T'Chaka - "This is not my game."
The shadow animated itself by leaping through the window and kicking the mercenary who threatened his brother right in the head. Making the mercenary flop to the ground, but not before The Black Panther had taken down the other four.
T'Chaka chuckled;
T'Chaka - "You're late."
The Black Panther turns around and cocks his head to the side as he shrugs.
S'yan - "You are still in one piece, brother. Have I not done my job?"
T'Chaka starts running down the corridor as S'yan follows.
T'Chaka - "Where's T'Challa, and Shuri?"
S'yan - "Both are hidden, but considering how stubborn both are."
T'Chaka - "Of course, how did I forget. Neither want to be politicians."
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"--Though the second had always protected the first from any threat, the Lions were always atop the food chain, it made no sense why one needed protection. No Lion ate another. One day, the strong had figured something the cunning didn't... To a ruthless species, the Lion was not feared. But contested. Metal claws, faster than a cheetah, louder than the clap of thunder. Instantaneous death.--"
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T'Chaka and S'yan ran through to the bottom of the capitol and both saw the dead.
T'Chaka - "My... God."
S'yan - "I have no clue what is happening. We get rid of dozens yet more come out of nowhere."
T'Chaka stepped into the light, looking upon Wakanda, city ablaze.
T'Chaka - "This must be just a dream."
T'Chaka hears footsteps, he turns to S'yan.
T'Chaka - "Do you hear that?"
T'Chaka turns around to see a man with a large rifle pointing at him, a red laser sets it's sight on his heart.
S'yan watches as the mercenary smirks, the same smirk he's seen on his brother for years.
S'yan - "T'CHAKA!"
S'yan leaps forward as a bullet rips through his arm and into T'Chaka's chest.
S'yan winces in pain but is quick to his feet to defend his brother.
The mercenary catches S'yan's punch and quickly spins and kicks the arm. Throwing S'yan to the ground, he points the rifle at S'yan's other arm. A shot sounds and S'yan cries.
The mercenary walks towards T'Chaka.
Klaw - "Your highness."
T'Chaka lies on the ground in a puddle of blood. Hardly able to open his eyes.
T'Chaka - "You will not... Intimidate us... Wakanda is united... I may not live but the spirits of the living will no--"
T'Chaka is silenced by a bullet as S'yan shrieks.
S'yan - "WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE!"
S'yan lays on the ground, unable to stabilize himself with his arms.
Klaw points the gun at S'yan's head.
Klaw - "Taken my treasure."
The ground cracks as blood seeps into the crevices.
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"No matter how brave the lions were. In the end, they were the same, just a shell of a lion, not the spirit.--"
The rain pours in Wakanda for the first time in years. The burnt houses and facilities have since been rebuilt. T'Challa backs away from the podium where he spoke, looking at the thousands ahead of him. Then at the graves. S'yan had a red cloth with gold atop of his grave, symbolizing courage. T'Chaka had a blue cloth and bronze atop his grave, symbolizing knowledge.
A tear rolled down T'Challa's cheek but was soon lost in the raindrops below him.
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T'Challa had tracked his father and uncle down to the capitol hall. There he saw the man with the rifle. Going through their clothing.
T'Challa - "STOP!"
The mercenary quickly got up but his rifle slipped in his hands that were full of rings and gold.
T'Challa charged at the mercenary. Tackling him, he threw the rifle across the room and slapped one of the mercenary's hands away, gold spilled across the floor into the blood.
T'Challa - "You aren't leaving this place. NOT TODAY!"
T'Challa got up, grabbing a sword off of the wall decoration. The mercenary pulled out a knife, lunging towards T'Challa. T'Challa grabbed his arm and swept him across the floor. The mercenary put on the rings he had stolen that were still in his other hand along with wrapping golden necklaces around his knuckles.
T'Challa ran at the mercenary again, dipping beneath a punch and turning to face the mercenary's back. With a mighty swing. He cut off the mercenary's arm.
The mercenary dropped onto his rifle. T'Challa stand above him. Ready to strike the final blow. He doesn't notice as Shuri stands across the hall, the mercenary aims his sight at her brain. T'Challa kicks the gun as he fires. Shuri falls to the ground.
T'Challa cries as he slams his sword into the ground, missing the mercenary entirely. He runs to Shuri.
T'Challa is a child again, running through the fields to find his sister, laying on the ground, in these games they always played. She would jump up to scare T'Challa. He felt a sense of relief that she wasn't lost.
But as T'Challa slid to her side, she did not jump and giggle like she did as a child. She only laid, a gash had occupied the side of her head. T'Challa pressed his fingers against it. Nothing deep, she was lucky the bullet grazed her.
T'Challa looked back in anger to find only an arm, a rifle, and a sword in the ground where the mercenary was.
T'Challa screamed in anger as he lifted his sister up and ran to the family medic.
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T'Challa saw Shuri, a white bandage was stuck to the right side of her forehead. She looked up at T'Challa with a worried gaze.
T'Challa stepped back up to the podium.
"Sorry for the fable... What I was trying to get to is that, though the two brothers had died, their spirits did not. They were not silenced by death. And we as a people, must stand together and not be silent. We have rebuilt, and in the name of my father T'Chaka, and his brother S'yan, along with the 438 names of our family that had died. We will be aware. We will be strong. And WE!? WE WILL BE WAKANDA! We will be higher than the crimes that were committed against us, and we will stand for the nation that was not crippled. But withstood tragedy!"
T'Challa folded his speech and went to his seat, but only one thing was on his mind that moment forward... Vengeance.
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I'm really not sure if I want this to be an app or a one-off thing. I just enjoyed writing it.
Savannah, Georgia
Lomo Sprocket Rocket 35mm Panorama Camera with Kodak Ultramax 400 film, converted to B&W in edit.
Class 50 No. 50032 (later named Courageous) stands beneath the Royal Mail bridge at Bristol Temple Meads on 3rd April 1976, awaiting departure with a breakfast-time service to London Paddington. The fine station building curves away in the background, partly obscured by the corrugated steel work of the Royal Mail bridge which transferred mail from the main Bristol sorting office, located next to the railway (on the south side) directly to the platforms. It has since been removed. Note the assortment of Post Office trolleys on each platform, as Temple Meads was an important mail hub at the time. Copyright Photograph John Whitehouse - all rights reserved
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Work-stained and weary, 50032 "Courageous" stands at the south end of York station waiting to take charge of 1V93 09:50 Edinburgh to Plymouth which would be worked as far as York by 55021 - 01/08/1981.
© 2014 - 53A Models of Hull Collection. Scanned from the original 35mm colour transparency; photographed by the late David R Vickers.
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This is my girl Tess, all dressed up for a special day. She has read this book and is going to give a presentation about it at the library for members of the book club and for any others who are interested. The book is about transgender issues, so of course she will be doing the presentation in T-girl style, and I will accompany her in T-girl style too. Tess is so courageous to step on the podium to present the book, and to present herself as a lady in the process. I'm very proud of her.
Soon after acquiring a Zenith B, a then reasonably priced Russian SLR, my career as a railway photographer commenced in earnest. My local line was that from Walsall to Rugeley Trent Valley, and soon after taking up the 'cause' BR decided to close both the Trent valley and Grand Junction routes for engineering on a couple of Sunday's, resulting in the whole West Coast shebang being diverted over the 'The Chase'. I duly took up position by the 'station gates', as the level crossing near the closed Bloxwich station were locally known, and watched the procession. Class 47s dragging electrics were the norm, but relieved by the appearance of English Electric Type 4, later Class 50, No. 432 (later 50032 Courageous), which by the look of the stock was working a London Euston - Liverpool service. The date is 24th February 1974. Happy Days! Copyright Photograph john Whitehouse - all rights reserved
The 7C53 Meldon Quarry to Exeter Riverside ballast train joins the main line at Cowley Bridge Junction in the care of a very shabby looking 50032 'Courageous'. The Class 50 had less than 4 months left in service and ended its days at Old Oak Common TMD, where it was scrapped in early 1991.
All images on this site are exclusive property and may not be copied, downloaded, reproduced, transmitted, manipulated or used in any way without expressed written permission of the photographer. All rights reserved – Copyright Don Gatehouse
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Network Southeast 50032 "Courageous" pauses at Woking with a down Waterloo to Exeter express - c.10/1987.
© 2017 - 53A Models of Hull Collection. Scanned from the original 35mm colour transparency.
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Direct Rail Services 68029 'Courageous' is pictured in the headshunt adjacent to Platform 2 of York Station and underneath the stunning canopy structure, acting as a thunderbird / spare locomotive to be utilised as required. The locomotive has also undertaken some route familiarisation runs in between York and Scarborough on behalf of Transpennine Express.
50032 Courageous after arrival at Oxford with 1A68, the 09:50 from Paddington
Until May 1982 most loco hauled services at Oxford from Paddington carried onto more distant destinations such as Birmingham or Worcester. 1A68 was one of the few off peak services that only went as far as Oxford. After the timetable change in May most terminated at Oxford
Not only was she holding this Barn Owl on here Gauntleted hand, she was stroking it!! Brave little girl! Even some adults were to scared to be in the vicinity of any of these!!
Network Southeast liveried 50032 'Courageous', heads the 'Taw & Tor Tourer' railtour across the causeway at Cockwood Harbour on the return to Bristol Temple Meads on Sunday 16th September 1990. The headboard doesn't tell the whole story, as this train was the 'Taw & Tor Retourer'.
Today we celebrate our nation's freedom. We honor the courageous men and women dedicated to preserving it.
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Gracie on a hunting expedition at the lakeshore.
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Camm Courageous in Buckie Harbour. With their southern grounds closed till October a few of the Camm fleet have been fishing the Moray Firth.
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visiting the Tibetan camp north of Pokhara noticed this old man with crutches going to the community house, while the youngsters need a motorbike
Laid down as a Courageous-class battlecruiser for the Royal Navy but modified as an aircraft carrier while under construction, with a flight deck forward. This proved unsuccessful, though the first landing of an aircraft on a moving ship took place in 1917.
Converted to an aircraft carrier with a continuous flight deck in 1921-25 as in the postcard. Note the slope on the deck, this was to help slow down landing aircraft.
Built 1917 Armstrong Whitworth, Wallsend
26,900t displ as converted
Scrapped 1948
Sellicks Postcard in collection