tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44659022292113978652024-02-07T00:34:26.776-05:00Colin Churcher - England and Switzerland 2010Colin Churcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16940224672981482338noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465902229211397865.post-79124613297180943102010-05-02T17:37:00.003-04:002010-05-06T12:03:54.757-04:00Trip to England 2010 - return homeSunday 2 May<br />
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It rained all night long and was raining as we left the hotel for the three minute walk to Paddington station and the Heathrow Express. A good day to leave London.<br />
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The Heathrow Express was fast and efficient as ever. The short trip out on the Great Western main line evoked many memories. In Paddington station we could see the the Directors' balcony above platform one. I remember hiding in the cab of “Clun Castle” on one of the last steam hauled passenger trains out of Paddington, the 16:15 to Banbury. I had to hide until we were out of the station because my boss was looking out from the Directors' Balcony and I should have been doing my training in the Accounting Department. I then got down to shoveling coal.<br />
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We left under the wires. On the left was the site of Raneleagh Bridge servicing point where the steam locomotives were turned and serviced ready for their return to an out of London location. <br />
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Kensal Green gasometer has survived and is now preserved under a good coat of paint.<br />
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Old Oak Common with the now deserted Eurostar maintenance depot on the down side. In the yard was a class 08 diesel electric shunter that was old when I was working. I once got one of these up to 14 mph going down the incline to Reading Goods. The driver was quite upset with me although I pointed out that the maximum speed was 15 mph. No sign of the four turntable roundhouse, of course.<br />
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We raced past the site of the former Acton marshalling yard which is now used only by stone trains. I caused an upset when I wrote my report about working there as I predicted that there would not be a place for it in the new railway. I was right.<br />
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At Ealing Broadway the Central Line was closed for engineering work for the weekend. There were two electric loco-hauled ballast trains and a lot of work men, materials and equipment. <br />
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The Hanwell Viaduct, made famous by John Turner's painting “Rain, Steam and Speed” is still carrying trains, although they are now a lot heavier and much faster than when it was opened.<br />
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Southall now has station signs in English and an Asian language. The steam shed still survives and a number of preserved relics are in there.<br />
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Hayes and Harlington was the site of a record making factory.<br />
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Then everything went blank as we entered the tunnel to get to Heathrow. Heathrow is a joy. The passenger circulating areas from the train are extensive, wide and easy to use. 45 minutes after we had left Paddington Station we had checked in and were through security and waiting for our flight to be posted. As usual, the Air Canada departure lounge was very calm and orderly and again there was plenty of room. We left on time and arrived in Ottawa a few minutes early.Colin Churcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16940224672981482338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465902229211397865.post-88053023088524026732010-05-01T12:51:00.005-04:002010-05-19T20:38:26.510-04:00Trip to England 2010 - London<b>Saturday 1 May</b><br />
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I had a shock this morning when I tried to upload some pictures from the first SD card out of the camera. It looks as if the camera has corrupted the card. The later two cards seem alright but no more pictures. It subsequently turned out that I was able to recover a good proportion of the images through Dr. Data. Will need to get a new camera when I get back.<br />
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London is a mess. The Underground is practically shut down for the weekend. There are posters everywhere saying before you go to the airport, before you go to the match, before you go shopping you had better check for the planned disruptions. The entire Jubilee Line is shut down as are the western sections of the Central Line and the eastern part of the District line. Many of the escalators are out of service or under repair - it is like being in a building site. The Oyster card is not much use if using it is a problem. There are lots of congestion points getting between the platforms and the surface or another platform and I don't understand why there are differences in height between the platform and the trains when they have been running the same trains for years. At least London Transport make it easy for one to find out about the planned disruptions through text, email etc., but better not to have them in the first place. This is the result of many, many years of underinvestment.<br />
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Of course these problems are not confined to the London Underground. Robert and Elora who were with our group planned to stay overnight in London before returning to Glasgow today. However, the West Coast Main Line is shut down for the weekend and they are being forced to go to Glasgow on the east Coast Main Line via Edinburgh and it was goping to take them about seven hours I think.<br />
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We took the underground to St. James park and walked across to the Mall and down to Trafalgar Square. At the St. James Park station there were 30 or 40 police vans full of London policemen, playing cards etc., At least they weren't kitted out in riot gear and none of them appeared to have firearms. On the way we passed a group of schoolchildren who were drumming - very entertaining. We walked past St. Martin in the Fields and along to Covent Garden which was a zoo being filled with tourists and people trying to relieve tourists of their money. We quickly left for the Strand and down to the embankment which was a little more sane. We crossed the river on the Millennium Bridge and had lunch at the cafe in the Tate Modern. <br />
Messes/Fish and Chips and fried broad beans<br />
English toffee pudding with vanilla ice cream/Caerphilly cheese and chutney.<br />
Bottle of Rueda<br />
We then had a look at the Tate and walked along to London Bridge which was another zoo. It had started to rain by the time we reached Canary Wharf but, with the help of an Auxilliary Policewoman, we found a pub where we had a very passable Fullers London Pride best bitter.<br />
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It started to rain. To get back to Paddington we took the Docklands Light Railway to Bank and changed to the Central Line. We lucked in to a car with a number of drunks of both sexes who were trying to entertain everybody with songs. The girls were trying to get everyone to join in saying "You will never experience anything like this again". This was certainly true as they were in danger of having wardrobe malfunctions. The Central line had quietened down by the time we got to Notting Hill Gate where the exit to the Circle Line was long, tortuous and arduous.<br />
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Neither of us has changed our opinion about London. We don't like it and much prefer Paris.<br />
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The first thing I did on getting back to the room was to check in for our Air Canada flight to Ottawa tomorrow. We are going home.Colin Churcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16940224672981482338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465902229211397865.post-77220269685619869202010-04-30T17:46:00.017-04:002010-05-27T09:22:11.190-04:00Trip to Switzerland 2010 - Interlaken to London<b>Friday 30 April</b><br />
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07:44 bus Bonigen to Interlaken Ost 07:50.<br />
08:31 Interlaken Ost to Bern 09:23<br />
09:32 Bern to Zurich xxx<br />
Zurich trams routes 2 and 4<br />
13:02 Zurich to Paris Est 17:34<br />
19:13 Paris Nord to London St. Pancras 20:34<br />
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While waiting for the bus into Interlaken it was good to hear the cow bells across the lake even though we couldn't see where they were.<br />
Spiez 11679, Thun 841 037 5.<br />
We made the trip to Zurich as planned and in comfort - the SBB double decker trains are wonderful to ride in. There was plenty of time to walk down to the lake and take a tram back.<br />
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There was a nut job on the station at Zurich, He was waltzing around with a cup of Starbucks coffee and spilling most of it - which is probably quite a good idea. Then he went over to a bank of payphones, punched one digit and then was pretending to have a phone conversation.<br />
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Mary went into a high end chocolate shop and negotiated for enough chocolate to use up our remaining Swiss francs. She even managed to spend the loose coins we had - a small bite-sized cookie cost one franc.<br />
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We met up with Dave Eakins as planned and the TGV left on time. There are some bright red apartment buildings on the outskirts of Zurich. Everything went to the timetable We picked up a second TGV set in Mulhouse. I noticed we were right hand running on the conventional lines in Alsace but the high speed lines use left hand running. The line runs through quite flat land in France with a lot of evidence of chalk. There were many fields of rape seed in full bloom which added great swaths of bright yellow to the landscape.<br />
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We quickly walked from Gare de l'Est to Gare du Nord and found a great place to have a beer overlooking the main concourse and train shed at Gare du Nord. Eurostar check-in was quick and boarding was in good time. Eurostar was very comfortable compared to the TGV and the trip was accomplished with just one station stop at Ebbfleet International. Such an easy journey. Perhaps the most dicey part was the Hammersmith and City line between St. Pancras and Paddington.<br />
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It is always sad saying goodbye to friends we have made on trips like this. We part with good intentions but the reality is that we will likely not see them again. Brian and Kath from Norwich (Kath is a Maid of Kent and I am a Man of Kent), Gerald and Josephine from Bristol and Margaret (Elora) and Ronald from Glasgow - there were quick goodbyes at St. Pancras just before we were engulfed in a hoard of loud school kids returning from France. Earlier we had said goodbye to Carl and Marion at Zurich and to Sandra and Paul through the train window at Bern.<br />
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This was the end of an amazing trip which showed us a great deal about the wonderful country of Switzerland. We used public transport a great deal and it was all clean, comfortable and on time:<br />
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Train – 62<br />
Bus/trolley bus – 18<br />
Boat –8<br />
Tram –7<br />
Funicular – 6<br />
Cable car – 2Colin Churcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16940224672981482338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465902229211397865.post-72722738208751137002010-04-30T17:40:00.008-04:002010-05-27T09:22:40.519-04:00Trip to Switzerland 2010 - Montreux<b>Thursday 29 April</b><br />
08:08 Bonigen bus to Interlaken Ost 08:50<br />
09:08 Interlaken Ost to Zweisimmen 10:19<br />
10:25 Zweisimmen to Montreux 12:13 (Golden Pass Panoramic Express)<br />
12:40 Montreux Lake ship to Veytaux-Chillon 12:55<br />
14:26 Veytaux-Chatillon to Lausanne 15:04<br />
15:20 Lusanne to Bern 16:26<br />
16:35 Bern to Interlaken Ost 17:28<br />
17:38 Interlaken Ost bus to Bonigen 17:46<br />
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This was a long day of travelling with very little other content. The weather was hot and several trains were very hot as well. The Golden Panorama was very crowded and there were not enough seats for everybody on the train. We were forced to travel in second class because others refused to give up seats which had been reserved for us.<br />
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The scenery was good but not really spectacular. With the windows open, the coach would be filled with the sound of cow bells every so often as we went past a herd close to the tracks.<br />
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The return via Lausanne and Fribourg was through very different country than we have seen in the last few days. Rolling upland hills with many settlements but with a very French influence on the houses and other structures.<br />
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<b>Bob Saves the Day</b><br />
We were given very specific instructions on how to get to the station at Veytaux Chatillon. This is a double track line with trains passing frequently at 60 mph and only one stopping passenger train an hour in each direction. In fact a train of oil tanks went through just ahead of our train at high speed. Two of the group were missing and Will went back to the castle but couldn't find them. They turned up at the next station, having missed the turning in the path, but were on the platform on the wrong side. She was panicking and almost went to cross the live tracks as they obviously couldn't make it through the subway in time. Will ordered them to stay where they were and asked Bob to get off and get them back to Interlaken.<br />
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Bob is probably the most savvy European rail traveller in the group. He loves traveling for its own sake and will often get in a tram going in the wrong direction " To find out where it goes. It's an adventure and you don't get lost for very long."<br />
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Bob took this couple out into the street and saw a trolley bus. His French was barely good enough to recognize the word "gare" but the trolleybus took them to Montreux station where they caught a non-stop train to Lausanne. Our train stopped at all stations. They arrived just as the train to Bern was running into the platform - to great cheers. Bob really had saved the day.Colin Churcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16940224672981482338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465902229211397865.post-72649472548270028752010-04-30T17:38:00.017-04:002010-05-31T13:11:49.613-04:00Trip to Switzerland 2010 - Jungfrau area<b>Wednesday 28 April</b><br />
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08:08 Bus Bonigen to Interlaken Ost<br />
09:05 Interlaken Ost to Grindelwald 09:39<br />
09:47 Grindelwald to Kleine Scheideg 10:20<br />
10:31 Kleine Scheidegg to Wengen 11:04<br />
12:02 Wengen to Lauterbrunnen 12:19<br />
12:31 Lauterbrunnen (cable car and train) to Murren 12:51<br />
13:06 Murren (train and cable car) to Lauterbrunnen 13:27<br />
14:33 Lauterbrunnen to Interlaken Ost 14:54<br />
15:10 Interlaken Ost (funicular) to Harder <br />
16:10 Harder (funicular) to Interlaken Ost<br />
16:38 Interlaken Ost bus to Bonigen.<br />
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Today was our “free” day and we decided to go on the Jungfrau Railways but omit the climb to the Jungfrau summit because of the two hour ride in tunnel and also the cost. The weather was clear, sunny and without clouds all day. It was pretty hot and I didn't need my jacket or my fleece. One problem at this time of year is that very few places are open and it is consequently difficult to find a restaurant.<br />
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The first part of the ride is through a lovely valley with tremendous views of the mountains on each side. Once again we saw many crocus in those areas where the snow has just gone.<br />
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We were not enticed to linger at either Grindelwald or Kleine Scheidegg but stopped at Wengen for a coffee. Up to Kleine Scheidegg we spoke with a couple from Neuchatel who spoke French. It was good to finally hear some French spoken. Until now it has been pretty solidly German except for a little Italian. Paul and Sandra came with us and we met up with Carl and Marion just as we were about to leave Wengen for Lauterbrunnen.<br />
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The conductor on the train to Wengen came from Skipton in Yorkshire. He has been here for many years and loves the mountains. The engine drivers on these lines have a blue and black uniform jacket with “Engine Driver” writ large across their shoulders.<br />
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We took the cable car and tram up to the car-free village of Murren but were not enticed to stay. There was very little open and there was an overpowering stench of manure. It reminded me of the Monty Python Holy Grail "There's a nice bit o' shit dahn 'ere." <br />
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Lunch at Lauterbrunnen was very slow and there was a pitiful choice. I would have walked out if I had been on my own.<br />
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The trip up to Harder was very good and well worth the effort. We received a 50% discount. At the top there is a very pleasant viewing platform/restaurant where we had a drink and shared a lemon ice cream with vodka (supposedly).<br />
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07:44 bus Bonigen to Lutschinenstrasse 07:50<br />
09:01 Interlaken Ost to Bern 10:53<br />
Bus and trolley bus in Bern<br />
14:35 Bern to Thun 14:52<br />
15:10 Lake ship to Interlaken West 17:22<br />
18:05 bus Interlaken Ost to Bonigen 18:10<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The ride to Bern was very pleasant with many good lake views. Saw a couple of the dogs that looked like dark, heavy-set irish Setters. Our ride to Bern was in a quiet car in which no cell phones are allowed and people talk in whispers.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>The main historic area has very few motor vehicles and frequent trams and trolley buses. The buildings are all constructed with a green sandstone which makes for a somewhat boring appearance. They all have ground floor arcades which are good for when it is raily but they do not let the light in very well. There are a lot of cellars, originally for storing wine but which are now used for boutiques, restaurants, etc. We saw the clock chime twelve. It was built in the 15th century and the clockwork is used to operate a number of figures. The clock has to be wound each day. The cathedral was good but somewhat gloomy. The stained glass windows are excellent if somewhat limited. The organist was practicing the Samuel Barber Adagio and needed to brush it up a bit.<br />
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The Bern station is very big. There is a parking space for bicycles, down stairs in a secure area. It was very heavily used.<br />
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Following a short train ride to Thun we took a lake ship back to Interlaken. We called at several points on the Thunsee including Spiez. It started off very hot but gradually cooled down.<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/colinchurcher/sets/72157623868361677/">Click here to see pictures of Bern and Lake Thun</a><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/colinchurcher/sets/72157623872435857/">Click here to see pictures of Bern Trams</a>Colin Churcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16940224672981482338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465902229211397865.post-45425028427502879602010-04-30T17:33:00.006-04:002010-05-31T13:06:17.452-04:00Trip to Switzerland 2010 - Andermat Gornergratbahn<b>Monday 26 April</b><br />
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07:44 Bus Bonigen to Interlaken Ost<br />
08:31 Interlaken Ost to Spiez 08:52<br />
09:12 Spiez to Brig 10:24<br />
10:53 Brig to Zermatt 12:14<br />
12:24 Zermatt to Gornergrat 12:57<br />
13:31 Gornergratt to Zermatt 14:14<br />
15:39 Zermatt to Visp 16:47<br />
16:57 Visp to Spiez 17:24<br />
17:33 Spiez to Interlaken Ost 17:57<br />
18:05 Bus Interlaken Ost to Bonigen 18:10<br />
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</div>The ride on the Matterhorn Gornergratbahn (MGB) from Brig was really great, especially after Visp. The weather was excellent and we could see all of the moun tains right up to their summits. There was a little cloud on the lee side of the Matterhorn. There are a lot of vinyards on the steep valley sides and many of the houses have rooves of heavy stone slabs similar to a very thick slate. There was grass and moss growing on the stone. At St. Niklaus, four post buses were drawn up at the station – their drivers were huddled together in a small circle chatting to each other. There were several long haired goats with black fronts and white rears. The chestnut trees were in bloom here.<br />
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The ride back was great although uneventful. We travelled through the new 18 mile Lotschberg tunnel which speeds things up considerably. Many of the SBB trains have the locomotive in the middle with driving trailers at each end.<br />
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BLS locomotives seen<br />
Interlaken Ost 176, 194<br />
Kandersteg 936 134 6 172, 168<br />
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MGB Locomotives seen <br />
Randa 54<br />
Andermatt 23, 72 <br />
Visp 74, 91Colin Churcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16940224672981482338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465902229211397865.post-37792346776508456152010-04-30T17:32:00.008-04:002010-05-28T07:30:20.306-04:00Trip to Switzerland 2010 - Lucerne<b>Sunday 25 April</b><br />
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07:44 Bonigen bus to Interlaken Ost 07:50<br />
08:04 Interlaken Ost to Luzern 10:04<br />
10:30 Lake Ship to Verkehrshaus Lido 10:54<br />
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14:55 Luzern to Brienz 1634<br />
16:50 Brienz pier lake ship to Bonigen pier 17:58<br />
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The first part of the journey was over the Zentralbahn from Interlaken to Luzern. At Meringen the old electric locomotive was exchanged for a rack equipped one for the hill over the Brunig Pass. The weather was good and there were excellent views of the lake (Brienzsee) and the cliffs on the other side where there were several high waterfalls.<br />
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On the Brunig Pass there is a lot of trackside art where someone has carved and varnished wooden animals. I suppose this should not be surprising bearing in mind that Brienz is a woodworking center where carving and other woodworking skills are taught. We saw bear, eagle, deer, ibex, rabbit, lynx, moose, squirrel, owl and frog. At one part there was a forest of inukshuks.<br />
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The Sarnersee was very peaceful with very still waters. There were a few ducks, coots, grebes and swans with some fishermen in boats.<br />
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The Transport Museum is fully as good as it has been described and there was not enough time to get an in depth appreciation. All the modes are represented including space flight. There is a good model of the Gotthardt Pass but the scenery, particularly the water could be better.<br />
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We took a local trolley bus back into town and got off at the old part. It is quite interesting but nothing really sopecial although the buildings are well maintained. We walked past the weir and over the shorter of the two wooden bridges and then had lunch at the restaurant of the Hotel des Arts, close to the longer of the two bridges. Mary had a risotto of white asparagus and mushrooms with parmesan and I had Lucern pork sausage with an onion sauce and french fries. Both were good.<br />
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We walked back along the second of the wooden bridges and made our way to the boat landing stage before returning to the station. Luzern station is enormous and has two gauges with trains operated by the SBB, the BLS, and the Zentral Bahn. We rode the Zentral Bahn back to Brienz where we transferred to the ship for the leisurely cruise up the lake to Bodigen where the boat docked very close to the hotel. It made a series of zig zags across the lake to stop at small locations that are pretty much isolated. One place Geissbachfalle claimed to have the oldest funicular in Europe, opened in 1879. It runs between the jetty and a hotel. We zig zagged across the lake calling in at several small points, some of which would have been difficult to reach by land.<br />
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14:12 Locarno to Domodossola (FART) 15:55<br>
16:07 Domodossola to Brig 16:37<br>
16:49 Brig to Spiez 17:24<br>
17:33 Spiez to Interlaken Ost 17:57<br>
18:05 Interlaken Ost, bus to Bonigen See 18:10<br>
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The outdoor space was shielded from the road by a couple of large vines, both having very thick trunks.<br>
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We had some time to spare before the departure so we went to the front and watched the people walking past. Saw a family of coots (four youngsters) but no ducklings in evidence.<br>
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The tramway to Domodossola was spectacular with many tall viaducts. We climbed up into the valley through small villages and the valley sides became steeper and the valley narrower. There were many vinyards and we saw several private cable cars or platforms used to transport materials to habitations high in the hills on the other side of the valley.<br>
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The train managed to be over five minutes late for no apparent reason – typical Italian operating – and there was a mad scramble for the train to Brig. On this journey we went through both the Simplon and the Lotschberg tunnels. Our reserved car in the train to Spiez had no air conditioning and the train to Interlaken Ost was a couple of minutes late so the train crew hurried us to get in (it was on time into Interlaken Ost, the terminus).<br>
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While everybody was milling around I went up to the bus stop and found out the details of the bus to Bodensee and it was a short ride to the hotel which seems very good indeed. Our room has a balcony which looks right on to the lake.Colin Churcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16940224672981482338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465902229211397865.post-5062210520719459302010-04-30T17:29:00.004-04:002010-05-28T19:37:28.513-04:00Trip to Switzerland 2010 - Locarno Lake Maggiore<b>Friday 23 April</b><br />
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10:30 Locarno express lake ship to Isola Madre 11:47<br />
14:20 Isola Madre lake ship to Isola Bella 14:40<br />
16:20 Isola Bella express lake ship to Locarno 17:40<br />
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I devoted the ride back to Locarno to the Marriage of FigaroColin Churcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16940224672981482338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465902229211397865.post-42101734768905117792010-04-30T17:27:00.010-04:002010-05-28T19:38:05.730-04:00Trip to Switzerland 2010 - Chur to Locarno<b>ursday 22 April</b><br />
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09:00 Post bus Chur to Davos Platz 10:35<br />
11:02 Davos Platz to Landquart 12:13<br />
12:18 Landquart to Chur 12:38<br />
14:08 Post bus Chur to Bellinzona 16;20<br />
16:30 Bellinzona to Locarno 16:57<br />
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</div>We took the Postbus to Davos this morning. The first part to Leinzenheide was as a special run for us only, but we continued to Davos as a stage bus. The journey was in sunny weather with just a little haze over the mountains. We passed small villages with small churches located prominently, sheer drops over narrow roads, one point was particularly difficult for a van to pass – it had to go around us on the wrong side of the street. Leinzenheide was an interesting place with a lot of great street art.<br />
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Davos was reached just a few minutes late and there was only just time to find the train and get in. It was an interesting trip to Landquart descending a very long , severe gradient all the way to Klosters. Ski lifts, pink heather, much forest. At Klosters there were a couple of sidings which were protected by oil drums cut in half with handles welded on. We changed to the stopping train to Chur at Landquart.<br />
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Klosters 3505, 611, 85, 243<br />
Klosters Dorf 614 on stone train.<br />
Schiers 613, 624<br />
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Lunch in Chur – no idea what Mary had ordered<br />
Vegetable soup<br />
Capuns (cabbage roll)/meat loaf<br />
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<b>Post bus trip Chur to Bellinzola</b><br />
Many tunnels and avalanche shelters. Went through many small villages. Long horned cattle - high waterfalls. The summit of the San Bernardino pass was quite high and had a lot of snow still. At Bellinzola we caught the train to Locarno and found intense agriculture. Very mild climate, pleasant room with a great view of the lake.<br />
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08:58 Chur to Tirano 13:12<br />
14:33 Tirano to Chur 19:03<br />
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<object height="300" width="400"> <param name="flashvars" value="offsite=true&lang=en-us&page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fcolinchurcher%2Fsets%2F72157623924665595%2Fshow%2F&page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fcolinchurcher%2Fsets%2F72157623924665595%2F&set_id=72157623924665595&jump_to="></param><param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="offsite=true&lang=en-us&page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fcolinchurcher%2Fsets%2F72157623924665595%2Fshow%2F&page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fcolinchurcher%2Fsets%2F72157623924665595%2F&set_id=72157623924665595&jump_to=" width="400" height="300"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Click above for a slide show of the Glacier Express and the Bernina Express</b></div>Today we rode the Bernina Express of the Rhaetian Railway from Chur to Tirano and back. We received pretty shabby treatment from the railway which insisted we ride in a second class car where we were very cramped instead of providing a first class car – we all had first class tickets. This “don't care” attitude is atypical of the Swiss railways and possibly because the Rhaetian Railway has a monopoly of this admittedly great trip.<br />
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We left four minutes late and there were traffic regulation problems at the beginning of the run. The bar/trolley has an ibex head, with horns and front feet attached to the front. Many people offered to buy the Ibex but it wasn't for sale, the girl was offered $50 at one time.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__SEHRiee7ys/S-6IHRBJArI/AAAAAAAAARg/-NfKO9xfhWA/s1600/4603078395_ff50f417a7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__SEHRiee7ys/S-6IHRBJArI/AAAAAAAAARg/-NfKO9xfhWA/s400/4603078395_ff50f417a7.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b>Gerald with the bar trolley</b></div> Between Filisur and Preda there was an emergency brake application in a tunnel. We resumed after a wait of a minute or so while the air was recovered – then a sticking brake took a minute or so to come off. Maybe it was caused by a circuit breaker tripping. Our car was not coupled tightly enough and there was jerking when we started and stopped.<br />
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The Landwasser Viaduct is impressive although there are several other beautiful stone viaducts in addition to this. The piers were built from cut stone without any scaffolding. After the Albula tunnel there are swiftly flowing mountain streams with rocky bottoms. The water is a milky color. There is still lots of snow. Great scenery for Mozart piano concertos which I was playing on my iPod. There are fields of small crocus as yesterday in the areas where the snow has only just melted as the grass is still brown.<br />
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At Samedan we were switched to another platform and at Pontresina our locomotive was exchanged for two 1000v DC motor cars which took the train right through to Tirano. <br />
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The descent into Tirano is breathtaking. There are many spirals which gave us a great number of different perspectives of Lake Poschiano and it took a long time before we eventually reached it. Many of the retaining structures are dry stone walls. There was some street running in both Brusio and Tirano. The Customs at Tirano were not interested in looking at our passports and we quickly walked into the old town. We found we had to be careful of the cars whose drivers took no notice of pedestrian crossings. Tirano is a typical Italian town and is dirty and unkempt compared to what we have experienced in Switzerland. We found a pleasant lady in one of the few shops that had not closed for lunch and bought two small bottles of Proseco. She even provided some paper cups. A revolting sweet red wine was quickly consigned to the waste bin in the train.<br />
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The trip back was also enjoyable as we knew what to expect. We saw some deer and a fox (not close to each other). Again, our train was switched at Pontresina and Samedan. The railway uses small four wheel loco tractors for this and although they would appear to be equipped with air brakes, the air did not seem to be cut in. This is not a good practice when the cars are occupied by passengers. At Pontresina we received a pretty heavy knock as they squeezed up the coupler to attach the links. I was horrified to see a switchman standing on a coupler at Pontresina to cross from one side to the other.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/colinchurcher/4603692276/" title="Lago di Poschiavo by colinchurcher2003, on Flickr"><img alt="Lago di Poschiavo" height="300" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1262/4603692276_f47eb26d6e.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Lago di Poschiavo</b></div><br />
The weather was excellent, particularly on the Italian side and this made things very bright at the higher altitude where there was still a lot of snow. In places in the afternoon the snow was melting rapidly and running off into rivulets.<br />
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RhB Locomotives seen<br />
Bernina Express 703<br />
Thursis locotractor 117<br />
Filisur 614<br />
Preda 647<br />
Samedan 702 on freight, Stadler railcar 3504, locotractor 89<br />
Pontresina 617, 44 and 47 put on Bernina Express<br />
Bernina Legalb 55<br />
Poschiavo locotractor 151, 161, meet with 41 and 42, 48 in yard.<br />
Campologno 118<br />
Tirano 22, 53<br />
Samerdan 703 on log train, 604, 89<br />
Filisur 646, 88<br />
Chur 611.Colin Churcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16940224672981482338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465902229211397865.post-45613302424172232892010-04-26T15:41:00.003-04:002010-05-15T07:36:03.403-04:00Trip to Switzerland 2010 - Chur Glacier Express<b>Tuesday 20 April</b><br />
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10:15 Chur to Andermatt 12:49<br />
13:28 Andermatt to Goshenen 13:43<br />
14:08 Goschenen to Arth-Goldau 15:06<br />
15:13 Arth-Goldau to Pfaffikon 15:52<br />
16:41 Pfaffikon to Chur 17:43<br />
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At Disentis the RhB locomotive was changed for a MGB locomotive #108. They had to wait for a train coming the other way to clear but this was done very quickly. Two men couple up by standing one either side. The engine squeezes up the single center buffer and each man screws up the link coupling on his side.<br />
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Thee MGB engineer was evidently trying to make up the time that was lost by the meets on the RhB and he took the curves at a speed higher than was comfortable although not unsafe.<br />
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In spite of having to wait for a number of opposing trains we were only a couple of minutes late at Andermatt. At Oberalppass we met the Glacier Express going in the opposite direction hauled by MGB #103. The grass that was clear of snow was covered with tiny crocus flowers, mostly white but some purple.<br />
MGB locomotives seen 18, 21, 91, 96, 101, 104, 105, 107.<br />
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At the summit the white snow was glaring and took everyone by surprise as we came upon it out of a tunnel. There are many chair lifts but very few seem to be in operation this time of year. The route down into Andermatt uses many loops and doubles back on itself several times. We could see Andermatt from on high and from several different angles as the train descended.<br />
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Anermatt is nothing special. We raced up to the church to see the decorated font and admire the paintings and the decorated organ and then went back to the station to take the earlier train to Goshenen to get some pictures for Martin. The route between Andermatt and Goshenen is very steeply graded down hill and the rack is used extensively. Most of this section is protected from slides so the line is in a gallery, at one point there is a rack-equipped siding inside the gallery.<br />
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Goshenen is a miserable place which could do with a coat of paint. The MGB comes down steeply on one side and there is a succession of freight and passenger trains running on the SBB into the Gottard Tunnel. The freight trains were runnng at high speed, closely spaced and all under green signals.<br />
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The main party had a very short time to make the transfer from the MGB to the SBB platform and Glen was not going to make it. The station staff kept him by the plank crossing and instructed our train to pull up clear of the crossing. This must have been done by radio while the train was still in the tunnel. Glen could then cross in safety and we all made the train.<br />
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The journey back to Chur was made with transfers at Arth Goldau and Pfaffikon. The first part was heavily graded with several loops to lose height but the last part from Pfaffikon was through very flat country with steel valley sides. There were vineyards, fruit trees, spring flowers, meadows. All along the SBB line there were preserved electric locomotives, mostly on siding trackage. This included a crocodile at Ersfeldt. The weather became milder although it was beginning to cool off by the time we had reached Chur. Some of the SBB first class cars have tall observation windows that extend into the roof.Colin Churcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16940224672981482338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465902229211397865.post-33093685419544055222010-04-26T15:27:00.005-04:002010-05-15T06:54:06.095-04:00Trip to switzerland 2010 - Appenzell to Chur<b>Monday 19 April</b><br />
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10:08 Appenzell to Gais 10:19<br />
10:51 Gais to Alstatten Stadt 11;13<br />
11:27 Bus Alstatten Stadt to Banhhof 11:33<br />
11:42 Alstatten Bahnhof to Chur 12:38<br />
14:08 Chur to Arosa 15:09<br />
15:48 Arosa to Chur 16:52<br />
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After breakfast we had a walk around the town and admired the flowers in the churchyard – the light was good and the sun was in the right direction. We took an earlier train to Gais and had half an hour to wait for the others. The Appenzellerbahn train to Alstatten was two cars fitted with the Strub rack system. We entered the rack after climbing the first hill and used it most of the way down into the valley at Alstatten. It was a little noisier than the Rigenbach rack on the decent in to St. Gallen but, if anything, the grades are steeper. We descended into the valley in sunshine and it was evident that the trees are a couple of weeks ahead compared to higher in the mountains. <br />
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At the AB station in Alstatten we had to take the city bus to the SBB station. Will had made arrangements for a group movement on this bus which turned up on time behind a cheerful lady driver who was expecting us. We all piled on and were taken to the SBB station. A TV screen showed our progress just like at Zurich. Just try and arrange a group movement on OC Transpo!<br />
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The SBB train to Chur was fast and efficient. The Rhine valley narrows here and we were treated to a vew of another country, Lichtenstein. Passing Landquart works of the Rhaetianbahn I saw one of the new three car trains that are going into service on the RhB. This was No. 3501, the first to be delivered.<br />
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<b> Click above to see pictures of Chur, Arosa and Leinzenheide</b> </div><br />
The station at Chur is very modern with the trains to Arosa going outside next to the bus bays. The walk to the hotel is very short and the place is very peasant and, of course very clean.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaYZF-U78GFWb041jMGE8Y4PSmStyUci_1Ep6A_niZBpI3NaN9l9yo8fWvUegYYPHxT6iofmncTzp415ibgdHgDhRow2JhYtNckvtcSCMH7fL-1mePoMUbFdya_CIvV970j8DMnUs1c78/s1600/4602406098_a1cf03696e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaYZF-U78GFWb041jMGE8Y4PSmStyUci_1Ep6A_niZBpI3NaN9l9yo8fWvUegYYPHxT6iofmncTzp415ibgdHgDhRow2JhYtNckvtcSCMH7fL-1mePoMUbFdya_CIvV970j8DMnUs1c78/s400/4602406098_a1cf03696e.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b>This is a train from Arosa arriving at the bus station in Chur</b></div><br />
We took the 14:08 to Arosa and the 15:48 back. This was a bright red a RhB train hauled by a locomotive. The train leaves from the bus station just outside the railway station. We started off up the street, first on the side and then in the middle before joining a separate right of way. The railway climbs from 600 m to 1700 m up a steep sided valley. There are some giddy drops and at one point the line comes out of a tunnel and straight on to a high viaduct – shades of Peru. As we climbed higher there were clearings with a few houses and fields for the animals. There was a lot of snow lying around. <br />
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As we approached Arosa we could look down on to a lake of milky green water. At Arosa the lake was covered with ice/snow.<br />
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Arosa is a skiing town that is pretty dead at this time of year. There was no incentive to stay and so we caught the first train back. It had been snowing or raining at Arosa but as we started back down the sun came out and is was a pleasant ride back into a very warm Chur. We hit a car where the line comes on to the street running section. There was a thump, then the brakes went on and the whistle blown. A black car took off and we soon started up again.<br />
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I walked back up the line from the station a little way to watch the next train start out up the road. Not often you see roadside running with a locomotive hauled passenger train.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdoyhfn4JaB-U9VfS0YZzY5OrhngIlue5j4F0e8aK-Sd89ix0T1dfYSpuiyqU0eedM89rjU_NbwxCUWW8CDM0eY1fRb9p-Dj6Pnh8WDddshaJ4RANmmOKFvt0R8VmESXI7Q6_iuwWQF4w/s1600/4602421018_9377ffc304.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdoyhfn4JaB-U9VfS0YZzY5OrhngIlue5j4F0e8aK-Sd89ix0T1dfYSpuiyqU0eedM89rjU_NbwxCUWW8CDM0eY1fRb9p-Dj6Pnh8WDddshaJ4RANmmOKFvt0R8VmESXI7Q6_iuwWQF4w/s400/4602421018_9377ffc304.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>This is the best picture I took on the trip. A train to Arosa running in the streets of Chur, under the wires at 11,000 volts AC. </b></div><br />
We haven't yet ridden a train, boat or bus that has not run to time.<br />
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RhB locomotives seen:<br />
Landquart 614 Schier<br />
Chur 612, 608<br />
Arosa line 626, 627Colin Churcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16940224672981482338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465902229211397865.post-11394066877833771592010-04-26T15:25:00.005-04:002010-05-16T06:42:10.802-04:00Trip to Switzerland 2010 - Appenzell Mainau Gardens<b>Sunday 18 April</b><br />
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07:33 Appenzell to Gossau 08:13<br />
08:16 Gossau to Weinfelden 08:50<br />
09:02 Weinfelden to Konstanz 09:33<br />
10:00 Konstanz Pier to Mainau 10:55<br />
14:30 Mainau to Konstanz Pier 15:25<br />
16:03 Konstanz to Kreuzlingen 16:06<br />
16;30 Kreuzlingen to St. Gallen 17:29<br />
17:37 St. Gallen to Appenzell 18:21<br />
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The gardens are beautiful and very large. The displays of tulips and daffodils were well set out in the grass along with other spring flowers such as pansies and polyanthus. They are probably more impressive than the NCC displays in Ottawa because they are much larger and more varied. There was a good display of orchids and another house had a great number of butterflies. The latter was very popular and very crowded. There was a small vineyard and some espaliered fruit trees as well as a place for kids with donkeys, ponies, sheep and goats.<br />
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There were many restaurants and take out counters. We chose a restaurant close to the main entrance. We had the table d'hote with:<br />
Cream of vegetable soup with shoots<br />
Medallions of pork with rosti (potato fritters), vegetables and a cheese sauce<br />
Apple strudel<br />
Draught beer<br />
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It was quite good and there was eficient service.<br />
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We took the steamer back to Konstanz (Germany) and came back via Kreuzlingen, Romanshorn and St. Gallen where we changed to the Appenzellerbahn to Appenzell. At Konstanz there is an interesting procedure every hour. There is one central platform with two faces and two sectors each. Two trains come into each platform and leave at -30 and -31 minutes past each hour. Good connecting facilities for people with the four-way cross platform transfers.<br />
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AB seen 13, 42, 46<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/colinchurcher/sets/72157624048555418/">Pictures of Mainau Gardens</a>Colin Churcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16940224672981482338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465902229211397865.post-87168547874549898892010-04-26T15:23:00.004-04:002010-05-16T07:11:06.250-04:00Trip to Switzerland 2010 - Appenzell St. Gallen<b>Saturday 17 April</b><br />
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11:08 Appenzell to Gais 11:50<br />
Gais to St. Gallen 13:50<br />
14:02 Tram to Spisertor 14:05<br />
Tram Spisertor to Trogen and return to St. Gallen Station<br />
17:37 St. Gallen to Appenzell<br />
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<b> Click above to see a slideshow of pictures of Appenzell and St. Gallen</b></div>Breakfast at the hotel is wonderful, mainly because of the great selection of Appenzell cheeses. There were seven or eight blocks, all subtly different and all demanded to be tasted. They were harder cheeses made from cows' milk.<br />
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We had a walk around Appenzell after breakfast and took in the local parish church as well as the Appenzell museum. The church is very large but light and airy and there is some good stained glass. The organist was putting the organ through its paces. The graveyard was full of blossoms and blooming plants. Several people had put colored eggs on the graves.<br />
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We decided to take the train to Gais which is a small center. The line does a tight half circle to reach the station as only a narrow gauge line can. We quickly plumbed the depths of Gais and had a beer on a sunny outdoor cafe with a view across to the station. <br />
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AB seen at Gais AB 12; AB 15; AB 16.<br />
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We met up with the rest of the group on the train and got out at St. Gallen where the ascent into the town is taken on the Riggenbach Rack system. We took the Trogen tram to the cathedral. Our guide took us through the monastery, the library, the catholic cathedral and the market area. <br />
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We had a disappointing cup of hot chocolate (it was cold and not very chocolatey and then took the Trogenbahn tram to Trogen and back. It climbed steeply for much of the way but the views over the Bodensee were very misty. This line is pretty much a roadside tramway but it is well used and evidently performs a useful function. We went with two of the couples from the UK. <br />
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Trogenbahn seen at St, Gallen, AB 34.<br />
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Back at Appenzell we went out looking for dinner. One place we went into was very smoky so we beat a hasty retreat. We finally found the Gasthaus Linde, a small place with only local people in it. We had to wait a little while to get seated. A couple of the regulars eventually called the waitress out of the kitchen. She was very good and explained to us how to eat fondue. She was very organized:<br />
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To us “I will take your order in two minutes'” To some others “I will take your order in three minutes.”<br />
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The fondue was very good. The bread comes as a ¾” flat bread which is already scored into squares, She told us to swirl the bread deeply so that the bottom would not burn black. It seems we did well as the cheese was only brown and she scraped up the last part for us to enjoy. A good choice for dinner.<br />
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12:39 Zurich to Gossau 13:43<br />
13:47 Gossau to Appenzell 14:27<br />
15:30 Appenzell to Wasserauen 15:41<br />
15:49 Waserauen to Appenzell16:00<br />
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Zurich is tramway heaven. As I walked out of the hotel I could hear the slight rumble which is a sure sign of a tram.<br />
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There was a store with a good cheese section – at least fifty different cheeses on display. I asked for an Appenzeller cheese and was told “We only stock local cheeses. To the east of the river there is a short funicular which gave us a better perspective on the city. It seemed a little incongruous to hear cocks crowing in the middle of the city. <br />
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We found lunch to eat on the train at the station which is like a large shopping mall. The ride to Appenzell was uneventful. The first part to Gossau went well and we arrived on time. Lunch was bread, cheese, apple, Engadiner nusstorte and Rivella, a local fizzy drink that tastes a little like Tizer. At Gossau there was a four minute connection on to the Appenzellerbahn and the train left a couple of minutes late while everybody made the connection. There was a steep climb out of the valley but the narrow gauge train handled it well. <br />
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The hotel is but a short walk from the station.<br />
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In the afternoon we took the short ride to Wasserauen, which is higher up on a route similar to a roadside tramway. At one point the station was little more than a widening of the sidewalk. There was not much to see at Wasserrauen except the driver having a pee on the other side of the train, so we decided to come right back.<br />
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AB locomotives seen at Appenzell 11, 14, 42, 46.<br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/colinchurcher/sets/72157623923919305/">Pictures of Appenzellerbahn</a><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/colinchurcher/sets/72157624048279432/">Pictures of Zurich</a><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/colinchurcher/sets/72157623924054017/">Pictures of Appenzell</a><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/colinchurcher/sets/72157623858339425/">Pictures of Zurich Trams</a>Colin Churcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16940224672981482338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465902229211397865.post-72534620383194663882010-04-26T15:17:00.008-04:002010-05-14T08:46:06.518-04:00Trip to Switzerland - London to Zurich<b>Thursday 15 April</b><br />
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09:32 London St. Pancras to Paris Nord 12:47<br />
14:24 Paris Est to Zurich 19:14<br />
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We left the hotel early and made the trek over to the Hammersmith and City line for the Underground ride to St. Pancras. We gave ourselves plenty of time because this line seems to be particularly unreliable. Of course the trip was made in good time with only the usual delays.<br />
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After a crepe with scrambled egg, bacon and cheese we met the rest of the group travelling to Paris. Marion Matthews is the same Marion who accompanied us on the El Transcantabrico trip last summer. Check in was uneventful and the train left on time. We were in the Channel tunnel in 35 minutes from St. Pancras. Non-stop to Paris Nord in 2 hours 15 minutes. The Eurostar was much smoother than the Javelin trains which are engineered for both the high speed line and the low speed southern lines.<br />
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Paris has a different feel to it and we both feel much more at home here than in London. People seem to be much more relaxed and at ease here whereas London seems to be frantic. It is truly spring here with many trees in full blossom. It was a short walk over to Paris Est where we had about an hour to get a cafe crème, a salad, a clafouti sale and a glass of wine. The train to Zurich was announced only ten minutes before departure and there was a mad rush for our seats. <br />
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The train was delayed for about 30 minutes by a “technical problem on the train in front”. After Strasbourg the line is quite a bit slower but we made good progress and crossed into Switzerland just before Basle. We arrived at Zurich about 15 minutes late thanks to a generous recovery time. <br />
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Check in was quick and we soon went out to get something to eat. As we walked into the restaurant the air was stale and stunk of tobacco – they allow smoking here. We had raclette – a plate of melted cheese into which you put boiled potatoes, gherkins and pickled onions with nutmeg and paprika. After the first round the girl brought us a second plate of melted cheese and we did it all over again. Dessert was apricot/pear sorbet with apricot/pear brandy. We drank beer. It was a good introduction to Swiss cuisine. <br />
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Walking around near the station afterwards the trams were running thick and fast – even at 22:00.Colin Churcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16940224672981482338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465902229211397865.post-17775971813092443742010-04-14T14:19:00.016-04:002010-05-06T10:33:52.189-04:00Trip to England 2010 - Canterbury and Margate<b>Wednesday 14 August</b> <br />
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It is amazing what some people will do to get a cup of coffee. It was cold as we left the hotel and we passed a lady in her night clothes, presumably going to the coffee shop. She was skimpily dressed and she must have frozen her, considerable, assets.<br />
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We decided to take advantage of the last day of our Flexipass to visit Canterbury. The South Eastern Javelin trains are now in full operation between London St. Pancras and Margate (via Canterbury), Faversham and Dover. <br />
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Javelins waiting to depart at St. Pancras.<br />
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The journey to Canterbury takes 59 minutes and is good for tourists.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">The medieval signal box at Canterbury fitted in well with the rest of the town.</div><br />
We arrived at Canterbury West station and crossed into the exit through a whitewashed tunnel which looked as if it could have been the remains of an archaeological dig. The first thing we saw was an Asian food market. Passing a number of thrift shops we came to the main road into Canterbury. The buildings were all quaint, half timbered and were mostly empty store fronts, tattoo and body piercing parlors, Asian restaurants, run down pubs (The Bishop's Finger seemed particularly appropriate) and comic shops - all in a medieval setting.<br />
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It was with a feeling of relief that we found the cathedral and paid to go in, only to be beset with a large number of church-sponsored shops all selling the same range of mostly cheap souvenirs. A gift shop is the first thing you see when you enter the cathedral and it gave the whole place a very tacky feel. Having recovered from the attempted money grab we found the cathedral light and airy and pretty well maintained. We were able to see much of the items up very close and it was a good visit. The stained glass is very good and does not suffer from under or no maintenance as in Leon.<br />
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There were several houses within the grounds of the cathedral itself which looked to have people living in them. They must have a pass to get in.<br />
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There were several groups of students from schools speaking German and French. They come for a week or so and are billeted with English families in the area. They were having a good time. At the end of the visit the exit is through another gift shop which had a much better selection of tasteful items - this should have been enough. <br />
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We found a pub which had Shepherd Neames (of Faversham) Spitfire Ale. It was a very good bitter.<br />
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The other attraction in Canterbury is the Chaucer Canterbury Tales exhibit. This was pretty well done. Several of the rooms had appropriate scents. The inn smelled of smoke and the stable of horse shit while the orchard smelled of apple blossom. There is an audio guide which moves things along very well although we found the end somewhat abrupt and were suddenly thrust out into the gift shop.<br />
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It was cold and Canterbury did not appear to hold much more for us so we decided to go on to Margate (pron: Margit) to see the seaside and search for some Margate Rock. We passed a few oast houses and the country became progressively flatter. Around Broadstairs there are some good cuttings in pure white chalk. Much of Margate seems to be suffering from a blight and many buildings are empty or under repair/demolition. <br />
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There was a model shop which advertised model trains - so I went in. The shop keeper was on a step ladder at the back of the store trying to get down a few small blue buckets that the kiddies use to make sand castles. He dislodged the pile and they came tumbling down all over the floor. He shouted "Bollocks," climbed down and proceeded to vent his feelings by savagely kicking the buckets around the store. He looked up, saw me for the first time and said, "Can I help you?" I replied "No, I am just looking, thank-you." I didn't see any model trains in the store, quickly left and burst into laughter on the sidewalk. Pure Monty Python!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>The Frying Scot</b></div><br />
We found a Fish and Chip place which was run by the manager of the Ramsgate Football Club. He had recently taken over the place and was proud that the paper had given him some coverage. We had cod and chips, mushy peas, a pickled onion and a cup of tea. The fish was freshly battered and fried and the whole was pretty good. A girl was writing up the chalkboard menu which was placed outside by the door. It took her a lot of time and she used several different colors. <br />
She was at the bottom of the board and had just put in “Cheesy Chips” then called out:<br />
“Joe, Seein' as 'ow we ain't got no cheese should I put on Cheesy Chips?”<br />
“Naw, rub it 'aht,” was the reply. <br />
I wonder if cheesy chips is the equivalent of our poutine?<br />
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From there we had an ice cream with a chocolate bar stuck in it and bought a stick of rock. It is now called "Holiday Rock", is made in Dundee, instead of locally, and had gone soft.<br />
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We decided to cut our losses, walked along the sand and caught the next train back to London where the Hamersmith and City Line was staggering along trying to recover from a series of signal failures. The Underground is also very good at apologizing.Colin Churcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16940224672981482338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465902229211397865.post-27025715738675621762010-04-13T14:15:00.009-04:002010-05-14T11:30:35.368-04:00Trip to England 2010 - Burnham and Beckonscot<div style="text-align: center;"><b><object height="300" width="400"> <param name="flashvars" value="offsite=true&lang=en-us&page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fcolinchurcher%2Fsets%2F72157624047823892%2Fshow%2F&page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fcolinchurcher%2Fsets%2F72157624047823892%2F&set_id=72157624047823892&jump_to="></param><param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="offsite=true&lang=en-us&page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fcolinchurcher%2Fsets%2F72157624047823892%2Fshow%2F&page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fcolinchurcher%2Fsets%2F72157624047823892%2F&set_id=72157624047823892&jump_to=" width="400" height="300"></embed></object></b></div><br />
<b>13 April 2001</b> <br />
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Today we visited my cousin Pam and her husband Len. We took the train from Paddington and they met us at Burnham station. They have a lovely house in Burnham village and we had a good time chatting over old times. Len had some interesting times in Sunderland flying boats in Malasia after the Second World War. I had never realized that Pam had been evacuated for fourteen months during the war to Leicester. It was a bad experience for a twelve year old. Her house in Orpington was bombed several times when the Germans were trying to put Biggin Hill airport out of action. While we chatted a couple of mallard ducks came to the window and quacked loudly for something to eat. It seems they often spend the day there. A little while ago Pam opened the curtains to see a mother duck and fourteen ducklings all swimming in their, pretty small pond. They can't have fish in the pond because the herons will take them.<br />
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We had lunch at the Royal Standard which was very well patronized. They have an excellent best bitter which, with a glass of South African red, went well with the Boeuf bourguignon with mashed potatoes and salad (Colin) and Roast beef, roast potatoes, Yorkshire pudding, red cabbage, vegetables and an excellent horseradish sauce (Mary).<br />
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After lunch they took us as a surprise to Bekonscot Model Village. This is in a residential area and has been going since 1928. There is a gauge 1 model railway which is quite extensive and great fun to watch. We were all amazed at the attention to detail that went into the models. There was a house on fire with fireman up a ladder, there is a full harbour, colliery etc. etc. Really worth visiting.<br />
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We went back to Burnham for a cup of tea and sandwiches, then back to catch the train to LondonColin Churcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16940224672981482338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465902229211397865.post-11595963549672379372010-04-12T14:31:00.006-04:002010-05-13T13:53:46.303-04:00Trip to England 2010 Market Rasen to Windsor<b>Monday 12 April</b><br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/colinchurcher/sets/72157624047823892/">Pictures from Windsor</a><br />
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Today was a travel day when we returned from Market Rasen to London. Breakfast at the Advocate Arms was slow - maybe there was a problem in assembling the eggs and smoked salmon for Mary and the eggs, back bacon, pork sausages and fried bread for me. When I paid the bill the young girl at the desk asked me if I had had a good time. "Did you go to the Market Rasen Races yesterday?" "No we went to see the bell ringing in the church and then to hear the fairground organs." Her face was a joy to behold.<br />
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Brian and Gill took us to the station to avoid us having to walk at least five minutes with our cases (on wheels) and saw us on the train. There was at least a car load of passengers waiting on the platform and the single car came in full and standing already. It is then a case of every man for himself and Mary and I managed to get into the train successfully with our cases. It was only crowded from Lincoln onwards and the train had lost time because each station stop took a long time. That didn't matter because the train to London was running late. The official reason was a bridge strike. I didn't know bridges went on strike - I thought they just stood there looking bored. To make a long story short, the train ahead of ours was canceled and so our train had two train loads of passengers on it. Taking the every man for himself approach we found seats and I got absorbed listening to my iPod rather than listening to the whingeing about no reserved seats. Two things are now apparent:<br />
- avoid the East Coast Main Line like the plague<br />
- The only thing British Railways are very good at is apologizing as they have to do a lot of it.<br />
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Once again we were treated to an old IC 125 with doors that can only be opeened from the outside,<br />
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At Kings Cross we found the Circle line does not operate east of Edgware Road so we had to take a Hammersmith and City line train and traipse all across Paddington station. The Underground is complete madness and the trains are very old.<br />
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The Indigo Hotel was once again, very good and we have a good room for the next few days.<br />
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We decided to use up this day on a rail pass by going to Windsor. We started from platform 13 at Paddington which I know as "The Drain". The First Great Western train was alright and it even had destination signs in the car but they don't know where they are as they don't seem to be hooked up to a GPS system. Must have been designed by an OC Transpo manager.<br />
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Windsor was hot and cold in turn and there was a few spots of rain as well. The first order of business was a late lunch - pint of beer each, Ploughman's for Colin and Beef and Beer pot pie with fries and veggies. Both were excellent, well cooked, well prepared and good portions. This was a great surprise to us as the pub was right across from the entrance to the castle and we thought it would be a tourist trap.<br />
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Our late lunch meant that we were in a rush to get into St. George's Chapel but we had just enough time and were satisfied that we had our priorities right. The chapel, with its wonderful fan vaulted roof is always a pleasure. We then visited Queen Mary's Dolls House and the Royal Apartments. This was very nice but I kept thinking of the famous Tony Hancock saying "Come the revolution and you've 'ad it mate." Just think it cost 32 pounds for the two of just to get in - and I was given the seniors discount.<br />
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We were getting tired by this time and caught the train back to Paddington and the hotel.Colin Churcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16940224672981482338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465902229211397865.post-89159377952871511112010-04-12T14:06:00.010-04:002010-05-24T08:33:44.028-04:00Trip to England - London to Market Rasen 2010<div style="text-align: center;"><b></b><br />
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<b><object height="300" width="400"> <param name="flashvars" value="offsite=true&lang=en-us&page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fcolinchurcher%2Fsets%2F72157624047570226%2Fshow%2F&page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fcolinchurcher%2Fsets%2F72157624047570226%2F&set_id=72157624047570226&jump_to="></param><param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="offsite=true&lang=en-us&page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fcolinchurcher%2Fsets%2F72157624047570226%2Fshow%2F&page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fcolinchurcher%2Fsets%2F72157624047570226%2F&set_id=72157624047570226&jump_to=" width="400" height="300"></embed></object></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Click above to see a slide show of pictures from Market Rasen</b></div><b>Friday 9 April – Saturday 10 April</b><br />
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The Air Canada flight from Ottawa to London was uneventful although neither Mary nor I managed to get any sleep. We arrived ten minutes early at 06.15 and Immigration and Customs were very quick. Our bags turned up in short order and we were quickly on the Heathrow Express to Paddington. This is very fast indeed – 15 minutes airport to Paddington but even so there were many interesting reminders of my past. Wharncliffe Viaduct, Southall locomotive shed, the Eurostar maintenance sheds – abandoned since the opening of St. Pancras International.<br />
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We were able to try out our Oyster cards. The underground threw a curve at us in that all Circle line trains are terminating at Edgware Road so we had an annoying climb up steps to change platforms. At least there is some good ballast and new rails now – sorely needed last time I was here.<br />
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We arrived at St. Pancras just after 07.30 and were able to validate our Brit Rail passes very quickly - not a great deal is happening early on Saturday morning and the ticket clerk is happy to chat. Mary went off to find a capucino and sandwiches. We had planned to take the 09.15 train from London to Nottingham but were in such good time that we were able to catch the 08.15, This was made up of an 125 set which must have been built in 1970s. But it rode well and the interior had recently been refurbished. The car was noisy from a group of Nottingham University students who were in high spirits. We covered 85 miles in the first hour including the station stop at Market Harborough.<br />
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The weather was warm and sunny after a foggy start. The spring flowers were coming out, especially the daffodils which grow wild in many parts. We saw a couple of male pheasants in spring plumage (bright red and green) fighting, presumably for the affections of a female who was nowhere to be seen. The spring blossoms of pink and white contrasted with the yellow of the gorse. Many farmsteads with small lambs frolicking around. The occasional canal with a few highly decorated barges and swans. Magpies, crows and lots of rabbits watching our progress from the fields.<br />
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At Nottingham we changed to a train to Lincoln Central via Newark Castle. The conductor started his announcements with:<br />
“This is not the Skegness train, we are not going to Skeggy.”<br />
He went through the train singing out “Any more fares please,” and his last announcement was sung as a Gregorian chant with “A-ll-ll change.” There was an hour to kill at Lincoln but there was nothing close to the station that looked appetizing so we settled for a canned beer and sandwich in the station buffet. There is now just one toilet at Lincoln station, and being on the island platform, it is the least accessible.<br />
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The train to Market Rasen was was going through to Grimsby. It was fast over straight and level track. Brian met us at Market Rasen and drove us to the Advocate Arms Hotel. The room is very pleasant indeed. It has recently been renovated and has everything we need. There is a great balcony with a view across the town – most buildings are built of a similar color brick.<br />
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We went back to Brian and Gill's and had something to eat and sat chatting in their sun lounge. They have a great variety of birds coming into their garden - chaffinches, goldfinches, great tits, blue tits, blackbirds, wood pigeons, wood doves and regular pigeons. They have a wonderful view of open country with a big accent tree in the middle distance. We returned to the Advocate Arms for a short rest and then met them for dinner in the dining room.<br />
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We had all enjoyed the Advocate Arms duck at dinner when Colin was here last time and mentioned this when making the reservation. The hotel had specially brought in duck for us and gave us a special menu as duck was not currently on the regular menu. Needless to say we all ordered the duck breast which was wonderful. Starters included confit of duck, Lincolnshire Poachers cheese souflet and goat cheese salad. Desert was Eton Mess, (broken up meringue, whipped cream and berries), chocolate souflet and three Lincolnshire cheeses.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>The Search for the (not so) elusive Chip Butty</b></div><br />
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I have always regarded this as a northern specialty as it is not known in the south. It is nothing more than a french fry sandwich. Towards the end of the meal the owner heard us talking about chip butties and where you could get them around here. We asked him off the cuff if he could make one possibly tomorrow and the next thing we knew he had brought one to the table. It was very good especially as the chips were very crisp. Quite a memorable start to the trip.<br />
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<b>Sunday 11 April</b><br />
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After an excellent breakfast of capucino, poached eggs, back bacon, sausage and fried bread we met Brian and Gill at the church to experience a bell ringing session. There are eight bells but they could only ring six because a couple of their number were away. They made it look easy but some of the bells are very heavy and difficult to control. There is quite a trick to get the bell up and also to get it down again into a safe position. Simon, who is also organist, called the changes and the whole experience was pretty interesting. The bellringers are mostly in their seventies and look pretty fit.<br />
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We went on a short drive to Tealby to walk around the village and have a drink at the Kings Head. There were two rallies going on, Austin Seven and Bentley, and so there was no room for us for dinner. Because of this Brian had made a reservation at Grasby. Tealby is an interesting little village but one obviously needs money to live out here. There were a lot of antique cars, most of them beautifully restored and there were a lot of antique motor bikes as well. The motor cyclists were at the Tea Rooms, the Austin Seven people were at the Kings Head and the village hall whereas the Bentley people were eating elsewhere. There is an interesting school building which looks live it had originally been a church. It even had a spire for the bell The Kings Head is very well thatched - 14th century,<br />
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We stopped st the Cross Keys at Grasby for lunch. This is set above the village on a high ridge close to the road. There are good views across the Wolds and Lincoln Cathedral can be seen on the horizon. There was a large birthday party complete with a little girl who enjoyed herself immensely and was very good indeed, although it wasn't her birthday.<br />
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The pate made an excellent starter as did the crayfish salad and wild mushrooms on toast, For main course Brian and Colin had a great slice of roast beef which tended towards tough, Mary had beetroot risotto and Gill had fish (John Dore). We stayed with beer, having had a lot of wine the previous evening. Very pleasant.<br />
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A quick stop at Barnetby to look at the surviving semaphore signals then on to a “garden centre” which sold just about everything.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SEHRiee7ys/S_px-feLxRI/AAAAAAAAATw/KsVHWLlf_3A/s1600/4601352019_2c22f89482.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SEHRiee7ys/S_px-feLxRI/AAAAAAAAATw/KsVHWLlf_3A/s400/4601352019_2c22f89482.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>At the console of the Wurlitzer organ.</b></div><br />
Dorothy and Don invited us to their home to see and hear their collection of organs and fairground items. The highlight was the Wurlitzer which had been saved from the Granada Cinema at Slough. Simon managed to get the best out of it – especially with the Dam Busters March. The Wurlitzer is unusual in that it is an electric organ that was developed for cinemas before the advent of sound movies. Each connection is soldered and the amount of wire is phenomenal. The women doing this work were paid by the amount of wire, by weight, that they had used. Today the connections would be handled by a computer chip but this looks like an old time telephone exchange. There were two traction engines, one fully operational. Dorothy knew all the details of operation. Both were built for fairgrounds and have belt driven generators to provide power for running a fairground organ, one at 220 volts and one at 220 volts. These generators are massive and far larger than generators used on north American steam locomotives. Don and Dorothy keep all of this, including many barrel organs (but no monkeys), in a shed which they built specially at the bottom of their garden. Every so often they invite over their friends for tea and biscuits and to listen to the many organs they have. The shed has to be heated to about 55 degrees for the Wurlitzer to operate properly. The Wurlitzer organ is actually behind a partition with movable blocks to control the volume. At full blast it made the floor vibrate. Just the console is in the main area where people can see the organist. They are both passionate about their hobby and Dorothy knows as much about the details as Don. She was holding forth about the advantages of water pumps as opposed to injectors. It seem there will shortly be available a good source of Welsh coal suitable for traction engines, they are opening up one of the old Welsh collieries to produce coal for these and preserved railways. One good thing about today is that there are specialized companies who will make new parts for traction engines whereas twenty years ago it was impossible to do this. One of the engines has just received a new boiler barrel and a front tube plate. The insurance companies now do the annual inspections, for a price. The boilers both work at 250 lbs per square inch which was normal for modern steam engines. The firebox is set low in relation to the foot board. There is a deep ash pan and the fire has to be kept pretty thin and flat otherwise it will make smoke.<br />
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Back to the Aston Arms for a drink and then to bed in good time in preparation for our departure tomorrow.<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/colinchurcher/sets/72157624047570226/">Click here to see the individual pictures.</a>Colin Churcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16940224672981482338noreply@blogger.com0