Railart 2026

The Guild of Railway Artists annual exhibition opened yesterday in the gallery above Kidderminster Railway Museum at the Severn Valley Railway. There are 58 paintings on display, all in the representational style and most paying tribute to the age of steam. Two outstanding pieces by Malcolm Root set in Southampton docks were attracting a lot of attention at the preview. I was particularly drawn to the work of Stephen Warnes, who captured an unusual angle for his Misty Morning Carnforth M.P.D. and displayed admirable technical ability and imagination in Evening Train from Edinburgh. He also struck a chord with his Morning Train - Albula Line, set at Tiefencastel, Switzerland, which we had enjoyed first-hand only last year.  

 

The Chester Railway Poster

I’d run the Chester poster past Chris from the online catalogue and had been pleasantly surprised by her response. I could see what she meant. The colours were vibrant and it was clearly in excellent condition. It almost looked too good to be true for a ninety-year-old piece of paper. Could it be a modern copy? The short answer is no. Modern copies are not made to the standard sizes of the past and they’re printed on good quality art paper. The white background is very white and not faded off-white, which tends to happen to the originals. How come it looks so good then? Who knows what folk have done with their posters once bought. It looks to me that this one has been laid flat in a map chest. There are no folds and it has been backed to linen. I would be surprised if it’s ever been framed and put on display. Two small stamps in the bottom right-hand corner prove it to be a taxed Belgian import [or export], signed in 1939, and more or less conclusive proof of its authenticity.

This Chester poster has appeared at auction a number of times over recent years. The stamps in the corner prove to be a useful identifier, of course. There are other examples of the same poster out there, as well. Greg Norden’s research, printed in 2007, showed that by then copies had been sold at auction five times, reaching £481 at Christies in September 2003. Sellers of railway posters do sometimes go to fine art sales as a first port of call, but my guess is that railwayana auctions are probably better suited to reaching higher prices. If I was to spend time as a dealer, I would keep a close eye on the fine art sales like Bonhams and the specialist online poster sales like Onslows, or, indeed, other provincial auction houses, and bid only at a lower price or at the reserve price and if successful then take them to a railwayana sale in the hope of making a profit there.

The image on the Chester poster is taken next to one of Britain’s best-known and most loved rivers - the Dee. We had walked the nearby Shropshire Union canal towpath in 1967, hand in hand, and crossed the footbridge visible in the background on a Sunday school outing. Chester was part of our growing up. I went trainspotting there on numerous occasions and in all weathers during the 1960s age of steam. I was born and brought up in Cheshire when Chester was our county town, and we have just kept on going back there ever since. I have a strong affinity with Chester, and I’m delighted to have acquired this poster to help prompt more fond memories. Hardly a snip at £480 plus buyers’ premium and with framing yet to come, but worth every penny for a special item that gives us both pleasure. Claude Muncaster is an artist I’d heard of but did not know much about. It turns out that he has good pedigree and a reputation as a leading landscape painter in those inter-war years. One of the auction houses put a date of 1937 on this particular piece. Maybe I’m imagining a slightly art-deco style to the figures. Chester waterfront was obviously the place to be in your best togs, as Europe slid inevitably towards war again.

I have my own little piggy bank for frivolities like railway posters. This pot of disposable income has nearly run out now as it was accumulated when I was still earning money. The result is that round our house we have reminders in every room of places we’ve been and times we’ve had there in the form of some distinctive original artwork and these fantastic, large, colourful and sought-after images, designed with the prime purpose of shouting out to rail travellers “just look at me” from station walls all around the country. It’s heritage and legacy at the same time. Each one tells a story, even if it’s mostly about us. Nobody is going to dispose of these in a hurry [famous last words].

A summer day at Nuneaton

When I think of the days that I’ve spent cowering from the rain or nipping into station refreshment rooms to get out of the cold, here I was in the West Midlands without any means of protection from any rain or even so much as a jumper. Now it was more a matter of not getting burnt and using the platform canopies to good advantage.

A day with the trains was the perfect antidote to the disappointment of the England Argentina world cup semi-final the previous evening. They do get worked up about stuff in some parts of the world. Here at the junction station, the phlegmatic English were just going about their business quietly and without fuss as though nothing had happened. Perhaps it’s for the best. It was getting quite confusing trying to work out which England flags were the angry Reform and Restore flags and which were the innocent and positive football supporting variety.

It was announced that my train from Hinckley was delayed. The extent of the disruption to my day was soon made clear. It would arrive one minute after it was due. This is getting close to Swiss or Japanese standards of punctuality, surely, if we are getting obsessive about missing 60 seconds out of our otherwise purposeful lives.

It was busy as usual at Nuneaton, but it’s not the passenger trains that I’m there for. I noted 21 freight locomotives from classes 56, 66 [mostly], 67, 70, 88 and 90 in four and a half hours, so a pretty good rate. I try to hold out for my lunchtime sandwich until 12.00, but Realtime Trains kept me on my toes until after 1.00 as I tried to find the right angles to get some decent photos. The configuration of Nuneaton station does not necessarily make that as easy as it sounds, nor does the roughly north-south station layout and bright sunlight in the southern sky.

I really appreciate my train days. All other concerns are put on hold. It’s just me and the trains, unless anyone asks me anything [which they did, about telephoto lenses] or I need to check a number I wasn’t sure of [which I did, for a double-header Class 90. I know it’s solitary and mindless escapism and I love it. I also know, that I’ve currently nothing particularly that I need to escape from, though, as for everyone, that has not always been, and will not always be, the case. Maybe that’s the point. At the back of my mind, I know that nothing lasts for ever. I’m going to go on savouring my lifelong hobby for as long as I can.

Football matches, prime ministers and presidents [including of FIFA] will come and go, but Everton Football Club, the Houses of Parliament and Nuneaton station will still be there. So too, will be the forces that created them in the interests of the [usually] beautiful game, tolerant and liberal democracy, an international law-based order that can’t unravel the colonialism of previous centuries at a stroke but can only respond sensibly to the current state of affairs, and decent and efficient public services for all. My belief in people and the future at least partially restored, I caught the 15.24 back to Hinckley, which was four minutes late leaving Nuneaton but I didn’t mind a bit.  

   

The Welsh Marches Main Line

When I first travelled this line in 1963 it was a major route between the north of England and the south west. Much of this traffic was later rerouted via Birmingham, which became the hub for cross-country trains, a position it still holds today. On 27/7/63, the first day of our family summer holiday to the Blackdown Hills south of Taunton, our train from Liverpool Lime Street via Crewe was hauled south from Shrewsbury by Castle Class No. 4087 Cardigan Castle as far as Bristol and on from there by Hymek No. D7017. The return journey was also behind a Hymek, first of the class No. D7000, before Warship Class No. D845 Sprightly took over from Temple Meads. The prevalence of the diesels at the head of these expresses was certainly a sign of things to come. Former GWR main lines in the south west were amongst the first to embrace this change by going for diesel hydraulic transmission in a big way from the start.

Locomotive types may have changed but the scenery of Shropshire and Herefordshire is still much the same. It is a very attractive part of the country, yet somewhat overlooked as a tourist destination. The valleys that thread their way west and up into the Welsh hills take you off the beaten track, and it seems almost into a less hurried time zone, whereas the busy major north – south routeway and the local town service centres between Shrewsbury, Hereford and Newport are still dominated by the railway and the A49 trunk road. They run side by side for much of the time.

We spent time a little time at Craven Arms station, junction for the Heart of Wales line to Llanelli, and at Church Stretton. Both have lost all their original station buildings to the ubiquitous modern shelters. Nevertheless, this route is still busy with passenger traffic, run today by Transport for Wales, in spite of the fact that much of the track is in England. Not only that but it is actually one of the few stretches of main line railway where locomotive hauled passenger trains still operate regularly on the national system. A handful of Class 67s push and pull 5-coach trains linking Cardiff with Holyhead and Manchester. Three such services came past Stokesay Castle during the time it took us to walk round the medieval site and all 3 locomotives were in different liveries.

The sun shone on the Shropshire hills and the Welsh Marches main line gave every impression of being in good health, too, with plenty of recent additions to the rolling stock, mostly in the form of clean, bright Class 195 units, most of which were being well used. I’m sure that I must have made a mental note of this scenic route in the summer of 1963, so much so that I have been drawn back since on many occasions. We may have swapped Cardigan Castle for Stokesay, but I still have the memories, and we still have these unchanging and beautiful rural landscapes to enjoy. The Shropshire hills are a delight, especially when viewed from the top of the Long Mynd on a lovely summer’s day.

The Bishop’s Castle Railway

There’s not much left to see of the Bishop’s Castle Railway, a branch line that ran from the main line at Craven Arms to Lydham Heath, where trains reversed before making the last leg of the journey to Bishop’s Castle. A barred gate prevents access to the old station site at Lydham. The railway ran three passenger trains a day each way on a one engine in steam basis. It was an independent company, but it could not persuade the GWR to take it on when it was struggling financially and so it closed down completely in 1935. Its existence is commemorated in various plaques erected by the Bishop’s Castle Railway Society. There is also a small railway museum dedicated to the railway, though its opens very infrequently and was unsurprisingly closed when we called by, in spite of it being a carnival day in the town, when there was likely to be more people about than usual to reach out to.

  

Nottingham Revisited

Three times in as many weeks, we headed off towards Nottingham station from Lowdham, en route to Derby, Carlton Male Voice Choir at Dadfest on Father’s Day at Binks Yard and day four of the Trent Bridge test match against New Zealand. Nottingham station has been revitalised in recent times. It’s a grand old building to begin with, of course, in smart red sandstone on the outside and solid Victorian red brick downstairs at track level. The concourse is now in two sections, having taken in the substantial former porte cochere [and then taxi ranks] into a modern, airy space - naturally well-lit from above and with a range of retail and fast-food outlets.

The surrounds have changed, too, with the pedestrianisation of the adjacent Station Street and the planting of trees around the station entrance. Binks Yard is another modern development, this time on a derelict brownfield site, with a new restaurant and entertainment venue standing directly opposite Nottingham’s distinctive first railway station at London Road Low Level, which was opened in 1857. Connecting up the central city area in Nottingham with the station and the riverside area has been an admirable part of the plan for the future, helped enormously by the removal of the Broadmarsh obstruction.

I’m heartened by many of the ways that our traditional provincial cities are reclaiming their central spaces in ways that encourage people to return there, both to live and to enjoy what are becoming increasingly attractive environments. The marrying of what was good about the old that has fortunately been saved with inventive recent additions makes rediscovering these areas an altogether pleasant experience. Being old enough to remember the cost to the inner urban areas of rapid deindustrialisation in terms of displacement, deprivation, dereliction and despair, its encouraging to be around to witness this rejuvenation taking place.   

Still making it in Derby

 

On the day that Rolls Royce announced new contracts to produce the UK’s first small reactors for nuclear power stations, we went to Derby again, 55 minutes by train direct from Lowdham. Since we were last there, the old silk mill next to the River Derwent has been transformed into the excellent Museum of Making. Most of one upper floor is given over to the Midland Railway. It’s full of railway related artefacts, many of which still need sorting and explaining. Most of the ground floor is given over to a rather nice café.

The main reason for our visit was the exhibition “Wright of Derby: From the Shadows”, recently returned to Joseph Wright’s home city from the National Gallery. He was an extraordinary artist and I would strongly recommend anyone who can get there before the display ends in November to make the trip to Derby Museum and Art Gallery.

The Grade II listed triangle of buildings fronting onto Railway Terrace, which is the approach road to the station from the north, is now a conservation area that reminds us just how important the railway has always been for Derby. It includes an array of brick-built, slate roofed terraced streets provided for rail workers in the nineteenth century and the old Railway Institute. As the headquarters of the Midland Railway and as a location for manufacturing and maintaining locomotives and rolling stock, the city has a rich railway heritage and a long-established reputation for making things of quality and for the necessary skilled craftsmanship.

The façade of the modern station barely does justice to its strategic past, though it has been tidied up a bit with a paved pedestrian area and a bus interchange. Derby remains a busy and important junction for passenger traffic, where East Midlands Trains services between Sheffield and London St Pancras intersect with Cross Country trains from the north east to the south west of England, as well as the hourly east-west EMR link between Lincoln and Crewe.