Well I’m home – and judging by the weather today, just in the nick of time. I was getting worried that we were going to end up getting stuck on a train in the middle of nowhere, especially when we realised that we had unintentionally booked to come home from Glasgow via the Carlisle-Settle line: the route is renowned for spectacular scenery but it is pretty remote and the snow was getting deeper! Fortunately, there were only a few flurries over the hills and so we were privileged with some incredible views of the Pennines and the Yorkshire Dales blanketed in crisp white snow. All accompanied by a temporarily-fascinating-if-unsought insight into the lives of (I’ll be polite) railway enthusiasts: the five minute conversation about the class of the timber haulage train in front of us in relation to the coal haulage train in front of that was particularly enlightening. Anyway, here’s a few pics of our journey:
I took dozens of pictures but a lot of them have the reflection of the train lights in – it’s difficult to frame a good photo from a moving train but I was so glad I had my camera with me (not a common event.) When we got in last night there was perhaps 3 inches of snow outside our house. As I write this it has been snowing all morning and there is now 8-9 inches – for a girl brought up by the seaside where it was rare to see a couple of inches last for more than an hour, this is impressive!