Railways around Coventry

Hello, What a contrast to my last post. A couple of complex duties yesterday, yet every train on time & no platform changes. I am volunteering (I'm reimbursed if needed) but my delight of looking out of a carriage window, it's like being paid to do a hobby. Finance & accounting wasn't a hobby, but I often sat back to embrace the fact in amazement, that I was being paid to do something that I loved doing. My home life I'm sure so shaped me. I've shared on here how I was fascinated with some of mum's accounting machinery when several times a month our Sewall Highway front room was turned into an office. My dad took me into his office once at Humber, in the chassis experimental & development department. No accounting machinery, but his slide rule, drawings and bits of odd looking car engine parts. I was in Paybody orthopaedic hospital during a Christmas period when mum & dad received the letter that I had been granted scholarship for my senior school. When I returned home, what had been my small bedroom in Sewall Highway, had been turned into a study, complete with a new Abbess office desk. I was Little Lord Fauntleroy. I've an early turn this morning in the Nuneaton direction, where my fried-bread tentacles keep popping up. It's not been a week yet. Let me count the days again since last Saturday to make sure I've not mis-counted since my last English Breaky.

Hello Some picture postcards from my awayday yesterday. The last picture as I leave Coventry station, with a view that takes me back nearly 73 years.

Hello, I've just enjoyed a Greggs lunch deal whilst travelling at 70mph. Is that called fast food?

Hello, Well, have I got some pics for later. Well have I? I'm returning home from my venture into the wilderness, where all that is pork isn't pie & all that is pie isn't pork, but where a whisp of steam is accompanied by proper porkpie, a bit of sunshine plus my food, drink & travel expenses are less than £10, it only deserves a repeat as soon as possible.

Hello, I didn't need mustard or the knife & fork. It was beautiful. Only my teeth marks paid testimony.

Hello, I'm not blind to the civil unrest that is causing havoc currently, so I'm avoiding evening's & non essential travel at weekends.

Hello, I hope to post some pictures of my treasure hunt day out today when I eventually get home. Hope everyone is ok. Then the treasure!

Hello, An interiors picture of brand new open commuter trains, limited luggage space, but much wider gangways, plus doing away with sections adds a lot more seats. There are full sized tables through the train, I sat at one this afternoon.

Hello, Following from my DMU conversation on my model railway, here's the Severn Valley fish & chip restored DMU. In there day, there were several designs, with production from various manufacturers.

Hello. Have you by any chance got any photos of the old Foleshill Station. We lived in Churchill Ave. so just a five minute+ walk away. Dad got posted to Elgin in Scotland in wartime and my mum unbelievably (on reflection) took myself & sister all the way up to see him, starting at Foleshill to Nuneaton on to Crewe up Shap Hill (2 engines) on to Edinburgh where I think Dad was there to meet us. I remember I was just tall enough to see out of the door window, and mum always recalled me jumping up & down shouting ' he's here he's here. Mum certainly had determination. The lady where Dad was billited' kindly agreed to let us stay for a few days. My first taste of porage with SALT on !! Scotland you see.

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