Operation Snow Cap Shap !
I've been on a trip riding Shotgun to Carlisle with the primary objective being to get to get a Brief Encounter Eyeball of the New Bridge over the River Lune connecting the M6 to the Morecambe & Heysham By-Pass !
Approaching said new Junction the Highways Agency have coned off the nearside lane apparently " For Your safety ", perhaps a wise thing to do as if your ABS Brakes malfunction using the slip road as theoretically intended to prevent backlogs you are likely to charge straight across Caton Road whatever the Traffic Lights display,
It would appear that the construction contractors have omitted to paint the essential steel structure-work, and its dark rust indicating perhaps reject inferior quality steel. Furthermore, even if Green NGOs don't take LCC to court to forbid the contractors from shot-blasting the accessible surfaces its likely to rot from the inside. It may also be the case that critical welding is suspect and perhaps its Lancashire's Match-Stalk Bridge over the River Kwia as prescribed by lovers of cats and dogs !
Whilst on the subject of animal cruelty some thoughtful perhaps perhaps sponsored via an environmentalist has imprisoned sheep and store lambs in two fields coming up the bank from Penrith to Shap Summit. The first and larger field has been recently re seeded and muddy, there are some feeding troughs in there but no wheel tracks to supply feed to them. I did note a few mangols dumped, in it, and the connected smaller field in the corner where the M6 crosses the WCML, which did have ample grass on it although looked dead as if sprayed with weedkiller !
At this point I am reminded of the Greyrigg derailment of a Virgin Pendelino and how the gangers were charged with manslaughter after the Health & Safety Gestapo blamed it on the condition of a set of points. I have Peco fine scale electrofrog points on my railway, yet the Bachman Thompson BG I bought to make an authentic parcels train as headed by my weathered 73069 BR Standard 5. You can run the train round hundreds of times but inevitably the BG derails itself on the facing points, almost certainly due to to the fact that its not heavy enough.
Coming up the bank from Penrith to Shap
returning empty from delivering pet foot to Atlas ind Est Springburn (
probably built on the site of the old North British Locomotive Works ) I
was down to 30 Mph watching the trailer bogie wheels almost lift off
the ground in gusts.
All the way there and back I was
watching for trains on the WCML yet only saw one Virgin Train and that
didn't seem to be going very fast, not one freight train either. One of
the group of 5 wind turbines near Greyrigg was motionless, suggesting
that its terminally broke down, and likewise I am informed of similar
problems with the offshore wind farm at Llandudno !
Back to the out-ward journey and we called in for a Greggs Bacon Roll at Southwaite services, I ordered a white coffee with plenty of cow juice in it so it was cool enough to drink soon. When is a lid to prevent you spilling your hot drink and scolding yourself not a lid ? Answer when its got a hole in it so that you can sup it whilst driving and place it in the cup holder provided in most cars etc.
I did remove said lid to check if it had
enough milk in it but it was almost black, even though milk is far
cheaper than Buxton, Highland Spring or other premium bottled Duck
Wine. I ate the Bacon Roll in the cab whilst my driver went for a piss
in the main services building.
On his return I pointed to a Powder
Tanker driver just across taking a piss on his offside tractor unit back
wheel, quite legal under an old Hackney Carriage Statute, which could
cause technical difficulties for any future prospective women wagon
drivers of a delicate disposition !
Coming down the last part of the bank
onto the plain at Carlisle I questioned my driver as the why he was
applying the brakes when he could go faster for free ? He replied that
the Health & Safety Gestapo severely repremand you for cvers-peed
incidents as recorded on your electronic Tachograph. Next thing you
know the Stock Market Parasites will be lobbying for a Gravity Tax to be
included in the Budget !
Some thoughtful person has erected a wins sock in between the bridges over the Settle& Carlisle and Newcastle lines, and needless to say the wind turbine spinning in dead calm last trip was as idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean. Even though it was half past eleven by then there was still frost on the fields, even though its not December yet.
I must contact Sainsbury's and recommend that they sack their road safety consultants as on the way up past Penrith we came across one of their delivery semitrailers sporting a sign on th back proclaiming that it was limited to 5o for your safety. Tandem trailer but tri-axle tractor with the axle lift up,. reducing the most important number of surfaces whilst increasing the potential safe stopping distance by 20% ?
Perhaps most Corporate Transport Managers remain silent about the potential dangers of ABS Brakes because they save tryes, and in any case if any of them blew the whistle the Stock Market Parasites would crash their employers share price. On the way back coming into the phantom roadworks up to the A684 from the Lune Gorge the idiots with the Safe Driver Apps were slamming on the brakes at the 50 signs risking an accident.
I can't help speculating that the
gangers who lost their lives working on the track in the Lune Gorge
after an engineers trolley ran away from ( if my memory serves me
correctly Scout Green half way up the 1 in 75 Shap Bank ) were
deliberately killed as they were about to blow the whistle one something
I caught part of the Transport Select
Committee proceedings from 14 Nov where the chief Rail Health &
Safety Gestapo guy was being char grilled. He obviously had extremely
dirty underpants, and the top British Transport Police guy was there
grinning like a Cheshire Cat egging the politicians on !
And finally, i was recently informed
that my old Ribblesdale school mate Neil Curley had died from Cancer,.
he was the butt of a joke about the Fred Pontin Book Early TV adverts
translated into Remember Don't Book Curley. The last time I saw him was
in the Black Bull pub at Chatburn after he had given up his Friday
takings for his taut-liner so they could dress the float for the
Clitheroe Torchlight Procession.
He told how on the way back someone had
unexpectedly jumped out into the middle of Chatburn Road next to the
Cricket Club entrance and forced him to make an emergency stop. Those
on the back sustained minor injuries as they fall over, not bad enough
to seek medical attention but sore for at least a week. Its high time
something was done about said entrance as traffic can't enter and exit
at the same time, frequently causing congestion on Chatburn Road.
Perhaps my old friend Neil needs to be
included on the ever growing list of those unlawfully killed by
Clitheroe Doctors working in collusion with The Royal Blackburn
Hospital, how many more cases will emerge ?
Hope yo can find time to watch the British Transport Films 1952 opening Video !