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1. This shot was supposed to have a big scary monster in the background sneaking up on Isaac. Just as I was tweaking the lighting (an in-game strobe) by advancing time by a fraction, the monster teleported to behind the camera's position. The only explanation I could come up with is that the camera script also rips Isaac's soul from his body and is moving that around with the camera. Monsters love souls.
Running 2 hours early, 66850 David Maidment OBE leads 6M28 Hinksey Sidings to Bescot Up Engineers Sidings through Saltley.
Author's Note: The contents of this chapter include very sensitive subject matter and may be triggering to some individuals. Scenes of abuse of various forms are represented as not only for storytelling, but to raise awareness of what this behavior looks like. Abusive behavior in this story includes, but is not limited to: physical abuse, mental abuse, verbal abuse, gaslighting, manipulation, intentional triggering of another's PTSD, and trauma. In no way are these scenes intended to purposely trigger or harm anyone.
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"...Vincent, it's me! Open the door! I need to talk to you now!"
After such an exciting (though socially exhausting) day, hearing Damien's persistent tone on the other side of the door caused him to tense as if he'd been doused with cold water. This was not how he would have liked to end his day! He really didn't want to deal with Damien right now, but he couldn't pretend he wasn't home anymore. He'd hoped Damien would have let him know before coming over. Vincent already felt a stress-headache coming on. He put the safety back on his pistol and gave a soft sigh. He could do this.
But as Vincent reached for the lock so he could let Damien in, the door was knocked on again! Vincent stared at the door and scowled. Well, that was rude of him, he thought sourly. He was sorely tempted to leave Damien out there even longer but then Damien called through the door again, "Come on, Vincent! Don't leave me out here like this. I thought you said you wanted to talk this out!"
Inhaling sharply through his nose, Vincent grit his teeth. Damien didn't need to make such a loud commotion for the whole building to hear! Deciding just to get this over with he let out some tension as he exhaled. Then he reached for the door, unlocked it, and pulled the door open to stare stoically up at his best friend of six years with his pistol resting at his side defenselessly.
Damien stared back at him with a look Vincent had seen many times; just never directed at him. In his interrogation mode, Damien's brows furrowed deeply and eyes darkened a certain way that could send chills down the spine of almost anyone who received it. His arms were folded over his chest and, in Vincent's opinion, he looked more impatient than he'd ever seen him. Vincent, however, was not like most people, and he maintained his stoic exterior. But oh, he was offended! Who the Hell did Damien think he was?! He opened his mouth to put Damien in his place but Damien cut in just a tiny bit faster.
"Are you alone?" Damien demanded quietly. Vincent blinked at him with just a hint of surprise at this question. He barely had a chance to utter, "Yes?" before Damien nodded and brushed past him to enter the flat. He grunted, "Good. We have much to discuss and I don't want any interruptions this time."
"What is the meaning of this?" Vincent asked incredulously as he pushed the door closed with a groan. "I was expecting you to let me know when you were coming over first. You always let me know first." And when he turned to look at Damien, he found Damien standing nearly an arm's length away and glowering at him.
"Well, I was expecting a bit more loyalty from YOU!"
"Loyalty?!"
"Yes! Why should I do what you want me to do when you won't do what 'I' want? All I wanted to do was to talk this out....just you and me. And all anyone else can do is put their nose in where it doesn't belong."
"It had nothing to do with Aiden!"
But at the mention of their engineer's name, Damien's nostrils flared and he spat out, "See how quickly you think of 'him?' You are proving my point. No, Vincent, it has EVERYTHING to do with YOU!" He pointed his finger right at Vincent's chest and accused, "You are throwing me to the side like a discarded, rotted apple core on the side of the road for the rats! I didn't even mention anyone in particular and already your mind went to him! Aiden this! Aiden that! Why does he even matter anyway?" Damien pressed his hands to his own chest and his expression implored Vincent to see his side as he pleaded, "Don't you care about me at all, Vincent?"
Fleetingly, Vincent was amazed that Damien had the courage to behave and speak to him like this when Vincent was armed. Despite his calm exterior, he was growing more confused and upset at Damien's onslaught of unexpected feelings. However, it was as Aiden was brought up that it shifted into anger. Vincent was done. He was going to put him in his place once and for all! But damn it all Damien asked him if he cared about him at all and Vincent felt like the wind had been knocked out of him! He felt as if he couldn't focus on what he was upset about anymore as he grappled with the unexpected, emotional question.
Of course he cared about Damien! Damien was like a brother to him! He loved him as much despite their current situation. It was what made it hurt so much worse as each second of this whole interaction passed. Had....he been unfair to Damien somehow? He did want to work things out! After all, he'd gone to Damien's temporary residence as Damien had told him before many times to do if he ever needed anything. Unlike Vincent, Damien didn't care if anyone simply dropped in. Damien's sister had insisted once before that it was fine if he stopped in anytime. Honestly, he'd wondered if Damien had nudged her into it but he was grateful to be able to see his friend all the same.
"Of course, I care about you," Vincent relented as his stoic expression faded and a small, sad frown pulled at his lips. Was that how Damien felt about him? About their friendship? "That's not fair, Damien. How can you even say that after everything we've been through?"
"I can say the same about you," Damien responded with just a touch of edge in his voice as he reached out with his metallic arm and pressed his mechanical hand to the door behind Vincent and leaned in slightly; almost a touch dangerously. It made Vincent tense involuntarily as he stared back up at him. However, Damien's voice softened and he sounded and looked hurt.
"I just wanted to talk. And you sent me away."
"I-I just..."
"You just what, Vincent?"
Vincent shrank back slightly against the door and gazed up at his best friend before sighing. Finally he replied, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel like you don't matter." At his words, Damien's aggression dissipated as he smiled more. "I knew you would understand. I forgive you," Damien responded as his hand slid to squeeze Vincent's shoulder before resting there. Vincent glanced at his hand then gave a small nod before turning and brushing past Damien to head towards the veranda to get some air. As he walked past a bookshelf, he set down his gun then proceeded to run his hands through his hair. Bloody Hell...
Damien let his hand fall to his side as he turned slowly in place to visually follow Vincent's figure as he made to step outside. His eyes narrowed before he began to follow him out. Was something else wrong?
Out on the veranda, Vincent inhaled slowly and deeply through his nostrils before slowly exhaling as he glanced up at the evening sky. While he didn't mean to make Damien feel like he didn't matter, Damien's behavior as of late was....not okay. He really needed to talk to him about it. He needed to get to the bottom of it once and for all. Vincent could hear Damien following him out onto the veranda behind him. This was his chance to talk it out....just the two of them.
"Look... Damien..." Vincent turned to face Damien and he spoke sincerely as he tried to reason and understand. "I don't know what's been going on lately. I don't like this contention going on between us. I want you to talk to me. Tell me what's going on."
"There's nothing to talk about. You already apologized."
"Yes but that's not what I'm talking about."
"Then what ARE you talking about?"
"The contention going on between us lately; 'before' just the day before. Surely, you've felt it too?"
"Contention?"
"Yes. That's what I said."
"I don't know what you mean."
Damien looked genuinely confused! Vincent just couldn't understand why Damien didn't see what he was talking about. If he was being honest with himself, he had only noticed it during the last few weeks. Prior to that, they'd gotten on well enough and had always been able to work things out. It only seemed to be getting worse....and for some reason it felt like it was only around Aiden. He couldn't quite figure it out. Surely, that couldn't be it, he thought. Surely, Damien would tell him if he had a problem with Aiden! Up until the day before yesterday, the two seemed to have worked out whatever problem they had. But apparently they hadn't and something still seemed off between them even the other day. But...hadn't it always? Vincent had not forgotten what Bernadette had told him about Damien and Aiden's quarrel while he was still abed with high fever. He trusted she would never lie to him; especially about something like that. Therefore, he had taken her word that they had worked it. After all, Aiden hadn't come to him about Damien's misconduct. Was there not as big of a problem as he believed it was? Or was it just worse under the surface?
"Well," Vincent cleared his throat and began calmly, "that aside, I wanted to talk to you about something else. Just...I want to have a heart to heart, okay? Two days ago-"
"But you-"
"Don't interrupt me. Please let me finish."
Damien scowled but he closed his mouth and folded his arms over his chest defensively. However he did keep his mouth closed as he quirked his brow at Vincent and waited for whatever he was going to tell him. Opposite him, Vincent stared up at him calmly and waited for him. Once he saw Damien was actually going to listen he continued.
"Two days ago when you and I were speaking, some of the things you said to me were out of line." Vincent watched Damien's jaw tighten as his jaw clenched. Vincent felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach but tried to explain how he felt anyway. "You really hurt my feelings; especially when you accused me of being too intoxicated." And, sure enough, he'd barely had a chance to utter the last word of his sentence before Damien cut in defensively, "Well YOU hurt MY feelings!"
"I know, and I already apologized. But I still want to talk about what you-"
"You know I can't help what I say when I get angry!"
"Damien, don't you see?! THIS is what I'm talking about! We never argue like this!"
"You are just mad that I called you out on it!" He took a step closer and poked Vincent's chest which caused him to gasp in surprise! "It's not MY fault you like to overindulge in alcohol and herbs! Damn it, Vincent! You know what? Sometimes it's hard to tell if it's 'you' I'm talking to, or your addictions!"
Vincent's face fell, and for the second time this week he very nearly broke down completely. He bit his lower lip and gave a small nod before turning and facing away from Damien. He defensively folded his arms over his chest as his shoulders sank depressingly. That had hurt. It had hurt a lot. Was that really how Damien felt?
Damien sighed. He ran his hands over his face then peeked at Vincent through his fingers. Vincent still wasn't looking at him. He was just...standing there dejectedly and hurt. Frowning slightly, Damien stepped closer and placed his hand on Vincent's shoulder. At his touch, however, Vincent turned away more; clearly not wanting to be touched.
"What do you want me to say, Vincent? I'm sorry, okay?"
After several seconds of no response, Damien huffed and leaned around him and peered at the side of his face. Still nothing. In fact, Vincent turned his head away from him even more! 'Damn it all!' Damien thought. He groaned softly and leaned his forearms against the railing and leaned against it. He hung his head down slightly before glancing back at Vincent.
"Come on. You know I didn't mean that," he tried again, his voice softening. This time he sounded more sincere. "I really am sorry, Vincent. You know sometimes I say things I don't mean. Don't let this silly misunderstanding ruin what we have." At this, Vincent took a deep breath and slowly let it out before turning to glance over his shoulder at Damien, his gaze lifting towards his face but unable to meet his eyes.
"Is that what you really think of me?"
"I just said I didn't. Look, why don't we just start over and put all this behind us? We agree there have been misunderstandings and things done and said that we don't mean."
Vincent licked his lips as he considered that. Maybe Damien was right and it would be best to put it behind them and move on from it. While things had never escalated this much, they had done the same thing in the past once they reached an understanding. It always seemed to work out and they were fine again. Though, this time Aiden was a third party in this. Would things be okay with Aiden too?
"What about Aiden?"
"He will be fine! And if he can't work this out with me, it's not a big deal. He can leave just like the others did and go back to that little garage you plucked him out of." Damien gave a noncommittal shrug then confidently slid his arm around Vincent's shoulders and drew him to his side with an encouraging grin. Much to his delight he watched as Vincent lifted his gaze to finally look at him and gave a small smile and replied, "I suppose you're right."
"Of course I am!" Damien tightened his arm around Vincent's shoulders and jostled him gently with a chuckle. "You and me against the world, right?"
Vincent smiled a bit more and nodded. "Yeah, you and me against the world." Damien grinned and looked up at the sky and continued to ramble on about how he couldn't wait to get back up into the air. Beside him, Vincent's gaze lowered and he looked down at the railing. He could feel his mood sinking more and more. He couldn't help feeling like he hadn't really had a chance to get out what he wanted to say. It felt unfinished on Vincent's end but they HAD agreed it was a misunderstanding and to just move on from it. He decided to push it down and just...tuck it away. Perhaps things would just get better after all; just like Damien was saying. However, there was still something he couldn't seem to shake.
While he had voiced his agreement, the idea of Aiden leaving because he couldn't work things out with Damien made him feel even worse; somehow even worse than this unfinished business with Damien. Aiden was NOT like the handful of others who had departed from Leon's Claw. Aiden was special...important. He didn't want to see him go!
"...and in a few weeks your ribs will be healed! Guh...I'm so bored. I can't wait to get back in the air again," Damien was saying beside him. He appeared not to notice Vincent's quick-sinking depression. Perhaps it was better that way, Vincent figured. He really didn't want to upset Damien even more tonight. He was tired and growing more and more exhausted. Honestly, he just wanted to be done. He wanted to be alone. More than anything, he just wanted to escape. However, Vincent noticed Damien didn't seem ready to leave anytime soon. He'd have to do something about that.
"You're right!" Vincent replied with a small smirk, nudging Damien gently with his elbow as an idea had suddenly come to him. All he had to do was play along to keep Damien in a good enough mood. "Just a few more weeks. You're worried about being bored right? So why don't you keep yourself entertained by going to your family's gathering?" Damien opened his mouth and was about to interrupt but Vincent turned in Damien's arm and quickly added, "I know you want to stay here with me but all I'm going to be doing is sitting around. Boring. I'm boring."
"Are you trying to get rid of me?"
"I am pointing out the benefits if you go...such as the amazing food you KNOW will be there and you can share all your new adventures with everyone. It's been a long while since you've been there. You know everyone loves to hear when you tell a story! It would be fun!"
Damien gave a smug smirk and shrug as Vincent stroked his ego. He was right: everyone DID enjoy a good story and Damien had plenty to share now. The younger generations of his family all seemed to look up to him. It never failed to boost his ego.
"Honestly," Vincent continued, "you won't miss a thing. I intend to spend the next few weeks with my nose in a book."
"You'd rather choose a book over my company? How nice."
"Hmph! I keep telling you I'm not nice!"
Damien laughed and lifted his arm off of Vincent's shoulder so he could turn and face him properly as he leaned against the railing. Vincent turned fully to face him and gave him a small, amused smirk. "There are no plans except to sit and rest. Honest. No more adventures for me for a while. I am going to be resting. Bernadette's orders. Go with your sister. Go enjoy your vacation away and just have fun! You deserve it! You'll be back in three weeks from now, yes? By then my ribs should be good enough to go sailing! You and I can go together and then you can tell me all about your trip. It will give us both something to look forward to!"
"Fine," Damien finally agreed with a small chuckle. "I suppose you're right." He chuckled before he reached over his head and stretched and felt his back pop where he needed it and let himself drift off with thoughts of going to his family reunion after all.
"Good! It's decided!" Vincent agreed before Damien could change his mind. He had to fight to actually sigh with relief. While he truly did enjoy Damien's friendship, right now he really needed time away from him. It was best just to let him be happy and just...get past this for now. Maybe one day they could actually talk this out like he wanted to. He also figured that this time apart might be just what Damien and Aiden needed as well.
"Well since I'm here why don't we have dinner at The Fat Lady's? We can celebrate getting past all this messy business!" Damien was saying, but already Vincent felt his stomach lurch at the idea; especially at the mention of the tavern where Thorn and Micah had accused him of gambling. He smiled weakly and shook his head. "I appreciate the offer, but I think I will need to postpone. Why don't we celebrate tomorrow instead?"
"How come?"
"How come? Because I am not ready to go out tonight. I have a headache brewing, my ribs are aching, and I was not prepared for company let alone ready to go out in public tonight." Vincent pleaded exhaustedly. He just wanted to be left alone! And indeed, Damien finally began to see how tired Vincent looked. He did look a bit pale, didn't he? His brow furrowed in concern and asked, "Vincent, why didn't you say so? I could have just come back another time!"
Vincent fought back the knee-jerk reaction of angrily calling Damien a rather creative, colorful name. Instead, he sighed and just snorted at the irony of the situation and went to head back inside. Damien could have started with that when he first arrived! he thought.
Finally Vincent managed in a convincing voice as he paused at the door: "It's fine. Don't worry about it. Come on. I'll see you out."
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I posted another shot of this house a while ago. I just like it. The front door has been replaced recently using a 'period' design. I watched it being hung in place - super workmanship.
I really like the lead flashing above the door, carefully cut into scallop shapes. A nice detail. The internal shutters are originals, as are the window frames.
It's called 'The engineer's house' because the castle engineer lived here for a while. I think that might have been Thomas Harrison, who did extensive work on the castle, including building accommodation for male and female prisoners.
If you know who the engineer was for certain, do let me know!
The marauder leader looks anxiously at the hangar's blast door. He doesn’t know why the intruder bordered his ship. Maybe he is some sort of vigilante or some bounty hunter but he doesn’t care.
Surely he can’t stand a chance against all the men he sent to kill him.
He continues to look at the blast door. No sound can pass through the sound-proof bulkhead and all he can do is to wait.
A blueish, feeble light colors the corridor.
“Some of you idiots fix those energy grid problems!” he yells but nobody can hear him because communications went offline the moment they were bordered.
Everything is going wrong today. Not even his fancy view screen is working properly.
“Damn! Why the colors are greenish! That star is supposed to be yellow! If they didn’t fix it soon I’ll kill them! I can’t miss today episode of Captain Phasma’s Trash Compactor Chronicles series!” he shouts at he does not even know who. Nobody is listening.
Bad day and the intruder is going to pay for that.
A violent impact shakes the blast door. Once…twice..then a blast.
From the breach on the bulkhead emerges a fully armored figure. The corridor’s lighting makes him even more fearsome.
The marauder tries to crawl away but an armored hand grabs him.
“Not so fast. It’s question time” say the armored man…
The action figure is Starcraft Tychus sixth scale figure from Sideshow.
It’s a truly impressive piece, standing over 39cm (about 15.5”) high with countless details, many points of articulation, light up parts etc.
It has some drawback due to its size: under certain circumstances stability ca be problematic and posing the huge assault rifle is painful sometimes but it’s still one of the most impressive collectibles I own :) It’s a very particular item and I’m still getting accustomed to it :)
The background image is courtesy of NASA/JPL-Caltech and free to use according to NASA own image policy. Thank You very much NASA :)
Just one more note on the action figure :) You may have noticed one of the many details they put on the armor is, well let’s call it “a not so politically correct” phrase lol :)
It’s a just a slang phrase said before firing weapons (I made some research so I’m sure lol :) ) and it appears to be a reference to the famous Duke Nukem video game :)
They put it there because it’s exactly what appeared on his armor in the the video game. The character is not a very politically correct lol :)
If it disturbs you let me know, I can remove it during editing.
Personally I don’t think it’s a huge problem, in the end it’s just humor, but let me know :)
Anyway I already wrote a wall of text lol, so let’s focus on the photo :)
I hope you like it:)
One of the many uncannily realistic mannequins in the Brunel Centre in Bristol. Not sure if this is Brunel himself or someone working for him but he's presented as working on a major project.
31468 ticks over in a weekend possession, whilst 47749 departs up the branch with a train of Dogfish
Re-uploaded since the other photo was shit. Also this is old and I can't redo it to make it better. :p
Panzerfaust a stand in for a Brickarmy/Brickarms RPG
Using A-91 with Kobra Red Dot Sight.
A trio of ESA engineers took to the roof of the Agency’s technical heart to link up with a satellite the size of a shoebox as it sped overhead.
The team deployed a portable, self-made ground station to acquire W-band microwave signals from ESA’s W-Cube mission, as part of an effort to better understand how this portion of the electromagnetic spectrum interacts with the atmosphere, encouraging its use for satellite communications.
Put in place within half an hour, the ground station was improvised from various outcomes of past ESA projects, combined with a computerised telescope mount usually employed for amateur astronomy. But at the first try the station succeeded in tracking and gathering signal data from W-Cube as it performed a ten minute pass over the ESTEC technical centre in Noordwijk, the Netherlands.
ESA Young Graduate Trainee Hugo Debergé, the microwave engineer responsible for building the station, commented: “Of all the thousands of satellites in space, we are currently pointing at the very first 75 GHz beacon in flight, and receiving signals from it – it’s amazing!”
W-Cube, launched in 2021, was developed through ESA’s Advanced Research in Telecommunications, ARTES, programme, to explore the use of W-band for future satellite missions. This particular millimetre-band – used on Earth for various commercial applications such as automotive radar and point-to-point wireless links – is being adopted for use in space, offering very high data throughput across a largely untrafficked span of the electromagnetic spectrum.
But the International Telecommunications Union, which assigns frequencies for use, has only limited modelling and prediction models to show how W-band signals propagate through Earth’s atmosphere and weather conditions. W-Cube was flown to help shrink this blind spot and prove the feasibility of future space missions operating using W-band.
A single fixed ground station was put in place to track W-Cube, at the premises of mission prime contractor Joanneum Research at Graz in Austria, with another one in preparation by VTT Research in Finland.
The nanosatellite itself – a ‘three-unit’ CubeSat, meaning it has been built up from three standardised 10-cm boxes – was constructed by Kuva Space in Finland (previously Reaktor Space Lab) with the W-band payload coming from VTT.
“W-Cube itself is working well, and only a few days ago another satellite carrying an experimental W-band payload was put in orbit from the University of Stuttgart,” explained ESA microwave engineer Vaclav Valenta. “So we decided to build our own station based on available hardware and chips from past projects in our lab, then assigned the challenging job of building it to Hugo through ESA’s Young Graduate Trainee programme. The satellite is switched on for acquisitions from Austria but as we found we can still track it from the Netherlands.
“We’re excited by today’s success on our first try, and our next plan to fine-tune our station design to make it truly portable. Also, our intention is to set up a permanent W-band station here at ESTEC. This design, combined with the tracking techniques we’re deploying, will certainly become the basis for other mobile W-band stations.”
Digital payload engineer Marek Peca equipped the portable ground station with motion control software and geodetic calculations: "We began by homing in on the Sun, and its output of radio white noise, serving as a reference point so the ground station knew where to look for W-Cube as it passed over our heads – a pinhole camera taped to the side of the antenna gave us a coarse visual confirmation of being centred on the Sun; we'll improve on this with building-mounted radio beacons in the future. But it all worked well: today’s success makes this only the second ground station in the world to acquire W-band signals from orbit!”
Michael Schmidt of Joanneum Research is Principal Investigator for the W-Cube mission: “I congratulate the ESTEC team in achieving this goal. I know from experience it is no easy task to receive the satellite’s very weak signal. Their work is providing important additional measurements in different climate zones from Graz and Helsinki, and the mobile nature of their ground station means it can be located in other locations as well, helping to improve our W-band propagation models and learning more the use of low-orbiting satellites for propagation experiments.”
Marek processed some 32GB of captured radio-frequency data to confirm that the first full pass of the satellite signal had been correctly tracked, representing six and a half minutes of the full pass. See plots from the W-Cube pass here and here. Read about the open source element of the project to use telescope mounts to track satellites and celestial objects here.
Credit: ESA-G. Porter
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A move on the train up to Settle for a few pints, taking in 66422 with the 12:31 Carlisle - Basford Hall engineers working.
Train trestle bench at Brunel Museum in Southwark, London. In honor of the first train tunnel beneath the Thames River competed in 1843.
I've mentioned before how friendly train staff are in America. Look carefully and you can see the engineer / driver returning our wave when he saw photos being taken. As so often there were also a couple of 'hello' blasts on the horn : )
FURX 5520 leads BNSF 2020 as they haul a freight from LyondellBasell's Equistar chemical plant outside Matagorda, TX. It is probably heading for the docks at Corpus Christi.
For the rail aficionados - FURX 5520 is a rebuilt GP38-2 locomotive. The unit was originally built as Norfolk & Western 4140, a GP38AC, in September 1971. The "FU" stands for "First Union" though that company was taken over by Wells Fargo Rail late in 2015. That is a leasing company based in Illinois.
Class 66 , 66592 .From Bescot Engineers sidings to Bletchley. Taken at Whitacre 10.12.22. Velvia 50 pushed to 100.
The sun starts to rise on an empty Cootes Industrial ballast train stabled in the engineers siding at Parkeston with 8049,8037,NA1874 on 30-9-09
A few minutes later, the engineer brings the LVRM trio back past Eastern Engineered Wood in Hellertown.
73213 & 73206 run through Cosham with a Eastleigh yard to Gatwick engineers on 22 April 2012. This was a lucky sun shot, a few minutes later the skies opened.
Milepost 8, measured - of course - from the capital of Cumbria, which - as every schoolchild knows - is Whitehaven.
English Electric power, in the shape of 40034 is seen north of Workington on ballast duties near Siddick on 14 August 1983. Don't worry Health and Safety, the lads on the ballast wagons are perfectly safe, they have their Hi-viz tied around their waist.
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My 4 years old brother gives me idea to make pliers. When I customing my figures, my brother saw the BrickArms bipod, and said "It's pliers". I explained him there isn't pliers, there is bipod. After that I want make german engineer, and I use my brothers design, so here it is.
Engineer Mountain -- not as labeled [sorry]!
Road between Ouray and Lake City over Engineer Mountain
Colorado
66535 heads a collection of JNA ballast wagons through Blaydon station on 3rd January 2016. The Newcastle Carlisle was closed west of Halthwhistle due to engineering work around the Low Row/Brampton area.
This was the second of two workings within an hour carrying used ballast from the possession back to Tyne Yard.
As can be seen dreary damp weather continues to be the order of the day as it has been for most of the Christmas period.
20095 passes through Carstairs with a short Engineers.
Carstairs, Lanarkshire. 6 July 1984
Scottish Railrover
GBRf class 66/7 no. 66729 'Derby County' heads a Civil Engineers' working, 6G40 from Cramlington to Doncaster Belmont, past Copmanthorpe on 30th September 2025.
Engineer (Young) Will Lovelace calls for permission through a work authority on the Philly Sub from the cab of Q032. Will's dad was an Erie, and later NJT conductor. Will was the first CSX-era hire on the former RF&P out of Richmond.
When I was occasionally cut back to conductor, I would go to the UPS train pool to work with the top-dog engineers; John Stone, Jim Stevens, and Will Lovelace. All great to work with.
Mr. Lovelace retired in late 2021.