Winter Lingers

Mid-March and we still sit in snow and fog. A taxi makes its way through the murk. A grounded railway van has seen better days.

Dunford Bridge

The Woodhead railway line crossed high Pennine moorland, burrowing through tunnels over 3 1/2 miles long on route. Linking major cities of northern England, intermediate stations were too remote to pay, and the line lived out its later years as a coal to power station shuttle. This ended with mine closures in the 1980s and the track bed has been converted to leisure use.

After WW2 the line was electrified to 1500v DC, an anomaly in British standards, and lasted barely three decades before being torn up. Silence is interrupted by the cry of curlew and grouse and it's impossible to imagine lines of coal wagons crossing the same place.

Reservoir, Wessenden Valley, Saddleworth, West Yorkshire

Not for Drinking

Catch up time. More from the slop bucket of Poundland* film to follow soon.

*RIP Poundland Agfa Vista 200. We shall not see your like again. Nature's cheapest film went south last summer, and a replacement is unlikely. A last hurrah for consumer film before it's re-imagined as boutique commodity. I'm down to my last 50 rolls. Point. And shoot.