Things You Never Thought About 743: Carriage Ramps

Carriage ramps. The thing that station staff occasionally put put onto a train so someone in a wheelchair can get off or on. It's probably a generic thing, right? Mark One carriage ramp, for use on all occasions.

Nope.

Carriage ramps are special. You can't use a class 458 ramp on class 707 stock. Not and keep your job anyway. Station staff have to know what class of stock is pulling in so they can get the right ramp. And heaven help them if the first four cars are different from the last four, and the ramp is for the last four. I just somehow doubt that level of train formation information gets sent anywhere.

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Sir John Soane's Museum

This is one of those places I have been meaning to get to for years and years. Just because... it's a terraced townhouse on the north side of Lincoln's Inn Fields, which is behind Holborn. Wikipedia has all the details you might want. Soane was a Victorian architect and collector of (mostly) sculpture, though the museum has a couple of the Hogarths you always see in books. It's small in the way that Victorian houses are now: people were smaller back then. It's also too dark, though I get they have to do that to stop the light bleaching everything out.

But mostly it is stuffed to the gills with bits of sculpture. These photographs only begin to give you an idea of how many bits of stuff there are.

It's worth one visit. If you like bits of rock, you may be entranced, but I'm a paintings man. What I didn't get was a picture of the books, which are behind glass doors and can't be opened by the public. None of them are currently available on Amazon, and while I could live without the Blue Books for some decade in the nineteenth century, some of the art, architecture and travel books should surely be scanned for posterity.

(You can tell I'm still getting used to taking photographs. I promise to do better as the year goes on.)

Compulsory Queueing Buses Photograph, Richmond Bridge

 

Where three or more buses are in a queue, especially when being held up by road works on historic bridges into fancy London suburbs(*), it is compulsory (Street Photography Act (1978) as amended) to take a photograph of said buses. Failure to do so may result in the revocation of one's Street Photographer's status.

(*) Actually, Richmond is south of the river, and therefore cannot be fancy or posh. But for some reason everyone seems to forget this fact. 

A Little Bit of Toast

Okay. Here's the first Art Photo. It looks better if you turn the brightness up.

And here's a video of the single.

Yes, there is a song about toast. It was released in 1978 and played off the fact that toast had been a Cult Thing amongst a certain class of schoolboy / undergraduate for a few years. Even Stephen Fry mentioned it in, from memory, his novel The Liar when one character is suffering from overdosing on toast. It's really one of those things that is incomprehensible outside England and maybe to anyone born after about 1965.

Highgate Cemetery

Can you believe that until a couple of weeks ago I had never been to Highgate Cemetery? I'm pretty sure that back in the day the Kool Kids went there to get stoned appreciate the calm, spiritual atmosphere. I used to live about a mile or so from it, on the other side of Waterlow Park, for heaven's sake.

There are East and West Sides of the Cemetery. The East side is well-kept and mostly 20th-century, overwhelmingly of arty-types, scientists and the big statue of some bloke with a beard, but much more importantly, this guy...

The West Side is mostly pre-WW2, with some modern exceptions, one of whom is Alexander Litvenenko. It's a very different experience. Those sepulchres and tombs...

The tombs, the massive headstones and statues. Family gravestones with parents who lived to be 60+, one child who died at 25, and two who died before they were 5. Mostly solid, middle-class merchants, judging by the size of their statues and tombs. And all were clearly designed to be visited. Like this site

I didn't think people did that anymore. Visiting and maintaining graves feels like something out of an earlier age. Our family cremates. All of the fumerals I've been to have been cremations. But some still want to remember and visit the dead.

The Lads on Vauxhall Station

 I was messing about with the new camera and took some photographs from the train. Why I do this I have no idea. Sis gets good photos from trains and buses, but I get nothing.

Except this one by sheer chance.

Snow Shadow

 or you can be arty and have it in black-and-white

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