Adam88

Tony East?

However, I'm sure this doesn't apply to you. https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/warning/

What a fascinating post. I am most surprised that it hasn't started one of those digressions which make RMWeb so interesting, especially as so many people appear to have read it. Wright Writes was not going to be diverted! The men who made our railways work often live in the shadows. How interesting to have these links with Gerry Fiennes and RHN (Dick) Hardy. I shall have to delve into my book collection to see if Charles Kirton features.

It took John Mills and Sylvia Sims so long to get to Alexandria that Land Rovers had been thought of, designed, built, sold to the army and deployed.

I'm sorry, I haven't a clue.

Watford perhaps?

BBC News item - collision nr Colchester The lady in this article had a close call.

That number alone must be enough to cover an area the size of Wales. Oh, it does.

Much luckier than: 21st March 1941 – The RENOWN and ARK ROYAL were steaming northerly through the night closing the estimated position of the German battlecruisers at 27 knots. At 0645 ARK ROYAL launched Swordfish reconnaissance patrols to attempt to relocate the battlecruisers, all they found was thick fog in the area. At approximately 1000 in position 49-44N, 18-29W, ARK ROYAL catapulted off Swordfish L7636 of 818 Sqd armed with depth charges, for an A/S patrol. During the launch something went wrong and the aircraft crashed into the sea ahead of ARK ROYAL. The depth charges exploded killing the crew of Sub Lt P E Opdall, Sub Lt C R Hearn and L/A B C Biggs, the explosion also caused minor damage to the carrier. [At 2014 a RAF Hudson of 220 Sqd sighted the battlecruisers with an escort of one destroyer, (the destroyer was actually two torpedo boats the JAGUAR and ILTIS) in position 47-17N, 07-13W, steering east at 21 knots. With the chances of catching the battlecruisers now gone and RENOWN's low fuel state, the Admiralty ordered Somerville back to Gibraltar] Extract from: Ark Royal My mother kept a photograph of Peter Opdall in uniform to the very end but only ever mentioned him once. They were similar in age and neighbours but beyond that I know nothing.

If you want quality then you've got to be prepared to pay for it.

Here's one Aunty reported last week: https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/england/cumbria?ns_mchannel=social&ns_source=twitter&ns_campaign=bbc_live&ns_linkname=618d2f873a9a0d18b6f0e877%26Driver ignored level crossing warning lights%262021-11-11T15%3A10%3A32.693Z&ns_fee=0&pinned_post_locator=urn:asset:995e03e3-696a-4d85-be3e-a9abdffa49d2&pinned_post_asset_id=618d2f873a9a0d18b6f0e877&pinned_post_type=share

As ever, very good photos which reminded me of something. I always tried to call in at the La Vie du Rail shop which used to be at St Lazare but I see has recently moved a short distance outside the station. While checking that out just now I noticed another (new to me) model railway shop Au Pullman in the same general area. I was scheduled to go to a work-related meeting in Paris in March last year but CV-19 intervened and we all met on-line instead and I've not been out of the country since - perhaps next year now.

What a sheltered life I lead.

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When I was about nine my friend and I 'set up' our rather prim teacher to read this monologue to the class. It all went according to plan as she had perforce to read right through to the end and of course the last sentence contained one of the rudest adjectives we knew.

It is interesting to speculate on the contents of the various boxes. I imagine at least one would have had something like the Victorian equivalent of a big tin of Brasso.

Do we all understand that the word Pom is an abbreviation of the affectionate Australian term "whinging Pommy barsteward"?

I think that this is it.

I had a ticket for a trip on the Waverley from Brodick, around Ailsa Craig, and back in August. Alas, CalMac had a problem with one of their ferries that day and Waverley could not get in to the berth to pick up passengers. As a result I could only see her from afar; here is a last glimpse as she steamed home.

Dirty Rotten German Make

That reminds me of the conversation between fore and aft hydroplane operators recounted by Richard Compton-Hall in one of his books about early submarines: "My ends going down, what's your end doing?"

Don't forget though that Stanier identified these as clockwork.

This just cropped up in this week's 'La passion des trains' video:

https://www.up.com/aboutup/community/inside_track/20211028-close-call-leads-to-safety-campaign.htm Some PR here from our cousins across the pond.

Yes, Australia's about the right sort of distance.