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Woman arrived at the station right at the last moment, just to find out her bus is delayed for at least 20 minutes.
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CN P900s northbound run up the IC was fraught with several delays. Several hours behind, it left Centralia at top speed with Amtrak hot on its heels until Champaign. When P900 rolled in, they had a whole safety meeting and a recrew that added well over an hour to their time, which meant that the summer gold light we'd all been expecting to see on this train was all but dead when it did move. Pity that, it would have been nice.
Still, we got a little bit of pink in the sky, and there was enough light to capture the thing at all, so that's something. Realistically anyone who expected it to get out of Champaign in daylight was dreaming. When the crops are coming up, finding the right field for a shot can be tricky, but thankfully there's a bean field just north of Leverett without too much brush blocking the tracks, so I was able to snap the whole OCS train in one go. CN3309 and CN3331 are both still quite fresh and their clean finish certainly looks nice in the last wisps of light for the day.
A KCS Belle and a nice clean SD40-2 are trying to depart Bensenville Yard on Canadian Pacific train 281. Several bad order cars had to be switched out, delaying it's departure by a few hours.
The westbound Zephyr is approaching a red signal at the west end of Eisele (Clay) on the siding. The oil train on the main is too long to fit between switches, and is waiting for the a clear signal at the east end to proceed east. Once the train clears the west switch, DS-380 will get the Zephyr a light to continue west.
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It was only when I overheard a telephone conversation on the way to our gate that I realised we were going to be delayed again. Last year it was patently obvious that we were going nowhere in a hurry as a blizzard engulfed Bristol Airport. This time the reasons were unclear, but as airlines do, they boarded us at the scheduled time, even though we’d just been told we’d be leaving an hour and twenty-five minutes late. We settled into our seats, shrugged and switched on our kindles. There was little else to do but wait patiently.
To say the man in the row behind us was getting irritable would be an understatement. To say he was fast becoming an irritation was also a bare representation of the facts as they stood. “Useless! Why have they boarded us if we can’t take off? We’ll probably have to get on another plane at this rate.” And so the one man tirade went on. A passing flight attendant was harangued on the subject of why we weren't receiving updates. Which I felt was odd, because the pilot had already made a number of them over the PA system. Perhaps his Royal Stroppiness wanted a minute by minute analysis. By now, we’d been sitting on the same spot on the tarmac for more than two hours, and while we were all feeling decidedly frustrated, the grumpy crusader in row twenty-two really wasn’t helping the mood. Firstly we’d been delayed because a member of the cabin crew had been taken unwell, and just when the emergency replacement had made it through airport security and been raced onto the plane, another problem arose in the form of a warning light in the cockpit. You know when that orange light appears on your dashboard and you think to yourself, “I really must get that seen to?” Well when you’re about to proceed at thirty-seven thousand feet for the best part of four hours, it really needs seeing to straightaway. An engineer was called. These things happen from time to time.
“Engineers! Pah! What do they know?” grumbled Mr Moan. “Absolutely nothing!” For a moment I thought he was going to sing “say it again” in an homage to Edwin Starr, but instead he expanded the subject of his rant. “Doctors! They don’t know anything either! Useless, the lot of ‘em!” The other passengers around us glanced at each other in a mixture of dismay and amusement. Was a doctor going to fly the plane? He might need the services of a doctor quite soon if this carried on. I was already considering whether to bring my 100-400 out of the bag and repurpose it over the top of his whining head. Would I be thrown off the plane or applauded by everyone else on board? Throughout the episode his wife sat next to him, smiling benignly. After four or five decades of this she’d probably either got used to it or gone deaf and decided not to see a doctor about it. Maybe she’d told him the doctor couldn’t fix it.
As the minutes ticked on, I decided to do a bit of online investigation to remind myself what our rights were. Evidently I wasn’t alone. I’d only typed “EU F….” into the search bar and Google knew what I was looking for. Three hours was the magic deadline for delayed flight compensation to kick in. The young woman in the row in front of us was looking hopeful. “We might as well be three hours late now,” she decided. “It’ll pay for half of the next holiday.” Lord Grump had by now gone temporarily silent as he realised the general tardiness of the day might deliver a cash bonus. I didn’t bother telling him that I'd just read the three hours thing was about how late you arrived at your destination, and given that the expected flying time would have made us nearly half an hour early under normal circumstances, we were still very unlikely to be hearing the sound of pound notes arriving in our bank accounts. At least he was quiet for a while.
Eventually, after sitting in this metal tube with almost two hundred other increasingly testy souls for more than three and a half hours, we were off. It was just after 1pm, more than three hours after the scheduled departure. No doubt someone holding the purse strings had urged them to get a move on before all of the operator’s profits on this jaunt and more were lost.
I’ve never spent seven and a half hours on a plane before, but by now I was half expecting us to land and open the doors to a wall of heat in a distant land where they race camels and small wiry men in keffiyehs converse in Arabic and drink mint tea from thimbles. But no, this was definitely Fuerteventura as I remembered it, the rugged lunar brown landscape rising from a glittering blue sea. Behind me, a voice murmured a scathing judgement on the subject of the latest cabin crew announcement. Maybe he should have offered to fly the plane himself. I just hoped he wasn’t going to the same resort as us. We landed at ten to five, just ten minutes short of the compensation hour. Funny that.
An hour or so later, in our rented Fiat Panda, we pulled up at our home for the next three weeks, and immediately went out through the back door to drink in the last of the evening sun. We were late again, but we were here. And there really wasn’t anything to complain about in that.
Colas Railfreight Class 70s 70803 + 70802 pass through Chester on 6v38 1200 Blea Moor - Chirk,its believed the 70802 failed at Blea Moor on Saturday's 6v38 1246 Carlisle Yard - Chirk Log Train,photographed on 18/07/2021
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A cancelled flight from Louisville caused me a day delay in Louisville. Lucky for me, the Kentucky RR Museum was only a short 45" drive from the airport. So here, I find the days excursion fresh back from the road in New Haven , KY on July 28, 2017.
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The White Corries
End of October and the clocks were going back… Bliss , an extra hour in bed…
However the first significant snows had hit Scotland’s Mountains and the forecast for Sunday was looking rather good…. Bags packed the night before and the alarm was set for 5.30am (well 6.30 body clock time!).
Feeling rather good when woken by the alarm (mainly due to the extra hour factor) I sprung out of bed and set about defrosting the car whilst making some porridge and getting set to go.
-3 degrees and the skies were clear as I headed north on the A9 aiming to meet Gerry at Choire Collie at a leisurely 0830 am. Arriving in unison we discovered out first problem of the day – finding a parking spot!! The place was heaving and it seemed a few cars had been there overnight judging by the frost on the windscreens. Subsequently we met a few people coming back down form the bothy after an adventurous evening.
Winter gear on for the first time this season and we were soon saying our hellos to the Wee Minister and not long after started heading up the slopes of Stob Coire Gaibhre. The snow line was reached and the landscape turned white with the monochrome landscape contrasting the bright blue skies. What a day it was turning out to be. After stopping for a small time on Gaibhre, we were soon heading up the 15th highest mountain in Scotland. The snow was laying a few inches deep and the rime was plastering the boulders. From our viewpoint the Grey Corries lay before us with The Aonachs and Ben Nevis providing a suitable back drop.
The slight breeze that had greeted us on Claurigh was now disappearing and the sun was beating down. I had to delayer and was soon striding along the ridge in my base layer, felt more like the Alps than Scotland! Days like these live long in the memory and we just took our time enjoying the views as we made our way along the ridge. To the south the great mountains of The Mamores, Glencoe and beyond were all instantly recognisable. Eventually we reached our final peak of the day – Stob Coire Easein and decided to leave Choinnich Mor for another day, a great excuse to return!
The day wasn’t over yet though as we still had a fair bit of walking to do. We had managed to park at the parking spots nearer the gate so decided to take the old tram line back to the car.
A nice route although one of the burn cross resulted in me slipping and face planting the rocks – I was thirst anyway so took the opportunity to have a wee drink
What a grand day
GWR Hall No. 6960 'Raveningham Hall' heads for Bridgnorth on the slightly delayed 1045 Kidderminster departure.
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Severe delays in both diredtions on the District and Circle lines.
Victoria Station, Saturday afternoon.
Immaculate Colas Class 47 No. 47749 'City of Truro' eases into Glasgow Central on 31st May 2017 with the late running 5M11 2039 Polmadie Car M.D. - Glasgow Central Caledonian Sleeper ECS, which will later form the Lowland Sleeper to London Euston. The delay was due to the Class 47 being earlier marooned in Barassie Yard due to a points failure. Copyright Photograph John Whitehouse - all rights reserved
It's impossible to be bored with a camera in hand, even when your night flight's delayed for hours! This is a mix of two shots taken at Miami airport (the first, of the plane's tail, taken through the big window in the airport's waiting lounge; the other in the duty free area).
The two images were shot and post-processed on the iPhone using the Enlight app and its blending tools.
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