Friday 28 September 2007

The Wheels On The Bus...






...will not be going round quite yet! Yesterday a 'phone call from the powers that be at Stagecoach HQ advised me that, due to operational difficulties with the training vehicle, they would like to defer my start date by one week to Monday October 8th. So another leisurely week it is! Above is the company's depot and garage complex at Lillyhall. My initial training will be carried out here. If the weeks of training end with a successful out come.....
...I will be working from here, the bus station at Murray Rd., Workington, the oldest purpose-built covered bus station in the country, dating from 1926. As a newly qualified driver I will be restricted to driving vehicles like this....
Mercedes midi-bus. Presumably, if I can get by for a pre-determined time without lunching it I might have a chance of boosting my earnings by getting my hands on something like this....
double decker. This ex-London Regional Transport Leyland Olympian is seen at Rosthwaite in the Borrowdale valley, a stones throw from my Father-in-law's gaff. Only time will tell but I'm looking forward to the challenge.

Wednesday 26 September 2007

Man Views Man


Popped out today to take some pictures of the trackbed of the now defunct Cleator & Workington Junction Railway's Rosehill branch. This involved climbing steeply above the cliffs to the south of Harrington. As I neared the summit I looked out to sea and there it was; the Isle Of Man. Thought I'd snap this view for my southern chums. Gave me a chance to get my breath back after my ascent!

Tuesday 25 September 2007

Scaredy Cat

Now here's something you don't often see. No, not a cat. Not even a cat in a garden. No, what you're seeing is OUR cat outside in OUR garden. When we moved here a couple of months ago we played it by the book. We kept Simba in for 2 weeks. After that we let him out for a short time each day. At first he stayed within sight and earshot of us but after a few days he started to pop out for an hour or so at a time, wandering further afield. During our first week here we discovered that both of our adjoining neighbours owned dogs. A couple of weeks ago Simba met one of them. To be fair our neighbour had warned us that his rescue collie, Owen, liked to chase cats. He also told us that Owen stops chasing when the cat turns to face him. Unfortunately no-one told the cat! Cue Simba flying back into the kichen with canine in hot pursuit. This has since happened a second time and the little chap's confidence has taken a bit of a knock. He'll now only pop outside if we're with him. This means, of course, that we can't leave him out if we're out. Consequently he doesn't get enough exercise and howls a lot through boredom. Having said all that he's just yowled to go out so we've let him. It's twenty to eleven now so if he's out too long he won't get back in 'til the morning. Poor little chap.

Monday 24 September 2007

Mental Rental

This is the house in High Harrington in which we are currently living. I have to say that I thought it would be a straightforward operation to find a house for short-term rental in west Cumbria. How wrong I was. A month or so before we were due to move up from Devon my Wife came up to stay with her Dad for a week and sort out a house to rent. Nightmare! Rental agent after rental agent seemed to delight in telling her how little was available, almost with a sense of triumphalism in many cases. Luckily (and I use the word loosely) for us this house became available at the exact moment my Wife was standing in one of the letting agencies. It would've been too simple for things to progress in a hassle free manner, of course. For a start the previous tenant had bailed out owing a shed-load of money to all and sundry and leaving the place in such a state that the landlord had to have industrial cleaners in to sort out the mess. Secondly we have a cat. Cue a week of answerphone tennis between letting agent and landlord while we sweated over our feline ownership. Thirdly, the place is only 5 quid shy of 500 a month but actually worth at least a ton less. Every piece of woodwork in the place appears to have been gloss painted by Stevie Wonder, more runs than the Aussie cricket team. Still, beggars can't be choosers; I was out of work and rental places are almost non-existent because the rise in interest rates means that no-one's moving from rented into bought accomodation. People just can't afford to buy houses in this area. Still, our neighbours are great and that is some compensation. Now I have work we'll be able to start looking at buying our own gaff. Won't be a minute too soon.

Transport Heritage

Although I'm now living in Cumberland Motor Services territory I'm a Devon General man through and through. This hasn't prevented me from embracing Cumbria's road transport heritage however. Being a member of the Devon General Society back in Devon I thought it would be a good idea to join a similar group in the Workington area. To this end I have become a member of the Workington Transport Heritage Trust, primarily to support the renovation and survival of the towns transport past but also with the aim of meeting new people with similar interests. It is also my intention to join the Cumbria Omnibus Group, they are currently involved with the renovation of at least two former Cumberland Motor Services PSVs and are also responsible for the restoration of the 1963 Bristol MW pictured above. The towns heritage trust are here; http://www.wtht.co.uk/ The Cumbria Omnibus Group are here; http://myweb.tiscali.co.uk/cogbus/ .

Screenshot

Rain in Cumbria? Yes, surprising as it may sound, today has been a tad inclement to say the least. The Wife was on a split shift today so I asked her to drive me into Workington town centre at lunchtime to enable me to hand deliver my acceptance of Stagecoach's job offer to their Murray Rd. HQ. In the two months we've been living here I have to say we've been more than fortunate with the weather and had more than our fair share of sunny days, so I think we were owed this one. Here Mrs. B heads along the one way Williams St. past the north end of Vulcans Lane.

Sunday 23 September 2007

Decline Of The Line

Since moving to the Workington district I've made a point of getting to know both its immediate environs and other areas slightly further afield. Having a lifelong interest in transport means that I have concentrated my efforts in familiarising myself with the road and rail layouts of West Cumbria. The main rail route along Cumbria's west coast utilises the station pictured above. Although outwardly the station is of neat and tidy appearance, once inside it is a different story. Rust and decay abound and this reflects the condition of the rail system as a whole. Northern Rail's passenger services are operated by combinations of single-car and two-car diesel units of Classes 153 and 156. Workington sees about 15 trains a day in each direction, reducing drastically at weekends. Sellafield is the start and finish point for the majority of "service users" on this line. Many of the smaller stations are request-stop only, being little more than bus shelters on a platform. With the closure of the majority of Corus' steel plant at Workington, freight traffic is something of a rarity, with the occasional train running into Workington docks. Most freight trains consist of rakes of nuclear flasks heading for BNFL Sellafield, ordinarily under cover of darkness. Further pictures of the Cumbrian Coast line can be seen here

New Clear Thinking

Since my arrival in West Cumbria at the end of July, I've spent a not inconsiderable amount of time and effort attempting to secure gainful employment. As no jobs were available through my connections in the vending industry it was necessary to broaden my horizons. Not having been out of work since 1982 my first visit to Workington's Jobcentre Plus was indeed an education. The staff there do an excellent job in what is obviously a pretty depressed area and appear to have to deal with a large amount of people who have either no desire, or no incentive, to work in the low paid positions available to them. I was able to keep visits there down to my once a fortnight signing on appointments due to my possession of a P.C. This enabled me to access job opportunities online. On more than one occasion I was informed that there is one main "Hoover" for manpower in the area. This is of course West Cumbria's "Elephant In The Room" the Sellafield nuclear power station. British Nuclear Fuels Ltd. employ about 10,000 people on the site, so to describe them as a major employer in the area would be an understatement of biblical proportions. I have to say I didn't fancy it. They do say that most fear is borne out of ignorance but I think a lot of people in the area sleep soundly because they just don't think about any potential risks to health. It's common knowledge that incidents of childhood leukaemia are well above average in the plant's locale. The government admit there's a problem but say they can't explain it. Two of my immediate neighbours work there and several others with whom I've come into contact with either do work , or have worked, there.

A work colleague of my Wife said that her Father worked there at one time. When she was younger he once came home from work with his left arm taped up inside a clear plastic bag. His forearm was green. He had to have injections to stop whatever it was spreading up his arm. The money might be good but you only ever get two arms. Bus driving'll do for me, thankyou very much.





Saturday 22 September 2007

Football


A day of contrasts, footie wise, today. Popped over to the Institute at Braithwaite this arvo' to see Braithwaite play Burneside "A" in Westmorland League Division 4. My stepson plays left midfield for 'thwaite and though he had a good game the better side won and Burneside triumphed by 3 goals to 2. Better news greeted me on my return home, however, as I discovered that my team, Torquay United, had won 5-2 away at Kidderminster in the Conference. The Gulls are currently averaging 2.8 goals per game!

Friday 21 September 2007

A New Life In The North



High Harrington, Workington. After 44 years living in the same town in Devon, Teignmouth, my Wife and I have re-located to West Cumbria for "family reasons". My Wife was able to arrange employment in this area before we moved, but I was not. Consequently I have spent the best part of two months looking for work. In my southern life I was a vending machine engineer. No work of that type has been available here and so I've had to diversify. The good news is that my driving licence returned from a little holiday at the DVLA today. It now has something that it didn't have when it set off from here; PCV entitlement. On the 1st October I commence employment at Stagecoach Cumbria's Lillyhall Depot as a trainee bus driver. Lookout!