Charing Cross

I had never set foot in Charing Cross station, and so having just missed a bus to King’s Cross on the Strand, we took a few minutes to have look round. The gates and cobbled forecourt still provide access from the main road. The imposing Charing Cross Hotel dates from 1865, a year after the station itself was opened by the South Eastern Railway. The ground floor is now a row of retail outlets. In 1986, a vast new complex, Embankment Place, was erected over the roof and the tracks in the approach to Hungerford Bridge. Southeastern now operate the suburban services that head over the river towards Kent and Sussex.

   

Leicester, by train

Prompted by the Leicester and East Midlands Open Art Exhibition at the Museum and Art Gallery and the added attraction of a possible sneak preview of 4 new Class 99s in their shiny new depot, we had a day out in Leicester. The Stadler-built 99s were wrapped up tight in their purpose-built shed with the doors firmly shut, so no easy cops for me there. The art display, however, was many and varied with a few interesting items spread over two large gallery spaces. The only railway-related offering was Sidney Jordon’s Ben’s Hut, a watercolour on paper, which was still available, it seems, at a modest £60. It shows a Midland Railway Johnson Class 2F 0-6-0, No. 52898, about to pass a platelayer’s hut and a wayside crossing, once Ben gets out of the way. I thought it was a nice scene, but without any stand out features that might have attracted any of the star prizes, from a technical point of view. The loco’s wheels look a little wobbly, for a start. The museum is being done up at present, though the dinosaur section is open and reminded me of the local importance of various significant finds within the Midlands fossil record.

We wandered off down New Walk and found the absolutely excellent Bread and Honey café nearby, for lunch. Leicester is steeped in history, whether it’s the Guildhall, the markets, the cathedral with its Richard III connections, or as the home of the tourism pioneer, Thomas Cook, remembered in a statue outside the station, and more recently, the near miraculous 2015/6 Premiership win of Leicester City by ten clear points. I’ll have to come again when the doors are open, though, to get my 99s.   

   

Lincoln in the rain

What to do on a thoroughly wet day? We went to the Usher Gallery in Lincoln to see Richard Ansett’s Liminal Presence display, subtitled A Street Photography Experiment. Richard went around Lincoln city centre on a summer’s day with an accomplice holding a bright light on a pole to counteract back lit imaging. He took pictures of city dwellers going about their business in an approach not unlike that of Martin Parr and quite spontaneous in terms of his subject matter and their responses - or lack of them. It was described as an immersive experience capturing a moment in time and all wrapped up on the day. The resulting display was a series of bright, ceiling to floor splashes of colour showing some purposeful shoppers going about their business contrasting with others with just hours to fill. Hardly mind-blowing stuff but mildly entertaining all the same.

Newark Castle’s station Italian restaurant is open again under another name, which is encouraging and the replacement station totems in Midland Region maroon reminded me that the MR reached Newark before the GNR, hence this historically significant and architecturally notable building.

I stopped rather abruptly on my way into Waterstones to shake the rain off the umbrella. The lady behind me bumped into my arm and dropped her white cardigan into a mucky puddle just outside the shop. “Oh dear”, I exclaimed as I turned to see what had happened. “No worries”, she said with a smile as she stooped to pick it up. “Good job its not a white one”, I quipped, but her smile quickly turned to a glower. Maybe not, big mouth, I thought, but it was too late.

The train to Lincoln had been facemask busy with Port Vale supporters heading to the match at Sincil Bank. On the way home, it was full of revellers heading for a good night out in Nottingham. It was only half past three, though the boozing had begun on the platform and continued on the train, which perhaps says as much about pub prices in the city as anything else.