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Month: October 2015

Return to the GWR

I returned to the Gloucestershire and Warwickshire Railway (GWR) this morning as it was their Heritage Diesel Weekend. Regular readers of this blog may remember that I first travelled on this line on 15 August 2015 .
Make no mistake, I am not a diesel fanatic, if anything I prefer electric traction to diesel, but I am afraid heritage electric traction is rare because so few heritage lines are electrified. Diesel, whether you love it or hate it does have a place in heritage rail. It does not have the pulling power (gawkers as opposed to tractive effort), of steam though, but days like this tend to bring all manner of people out of the woodwork and into their anoraks. 
We started out one again at…
Cheltenham Race Course Station. And our loco in charge was this very fine Class 37 no: 37215. I am quite fond of these Class 37’s as they are really quite handsome beasties and reasonably noisy. 
This was the 10H10 train and she would be in charge all the way to Toddington and possibly Laverton too. I had decided to grab this early train so that I could get away early as I have been struggling with hip problems lately and am not really feeling too energetic. The weather was a dirty grey and it stayed that way the whole time.  Then we were off, and our train made reasonable good time until we ground to a halt just outside Gotherington. Personally I would have preferred going into Gotherington as it is quite an eclectic station, although only long enough for the first 2 coaches. 
I had a feeling that we were waiting for something, and I was proven right when another train drawn by two diesels thundered past us heading for Cheltenham. I could not get any pics of it though, but was not too amused as that train was a double header! 
We rumbled into life once again and soon entered Winchcombe where theoretically we would wait for the train heading to Cheltenham to arrive. But hadn’t it already gone past us? I stuck my head out of the door and within a few minutes I saw stirrings amongst the gricers waiting at the end of the platform, as well as the sound of a two tone hooter. 
Although I was puzzled, they had 3 trains running between Winchcombe and Cheltenham. It was getting crowded.  With a pee-parp we pulled away and wound our way out of Winchcombe with its lines of derelict coaches towards Toddington. My plans were not too complicated. I would bail at Toddington and take a look around before catching a train either to Laverton or back to Winchcombe. It really depended on the diesels that were running around. 
Arriving at Toddington there were two diesels idling on the roads, and it was anybodies guess what would happen here.  
This odd looking machine is D8137 and she is a diesel electric loco built in 1966. She does not win many prizes for looks though. 
As you can see her other end is flat, and it is hard to decide which way looks better. She reminds me a lot of a stretched class 08 though, and sounds a lot like the diesels that I remember back in South Africa. 

I left the train at Toddington, there was no train from Laverton at Platform 2 so I decided to go look at the shops and the diesel workshop which was open for visits.

There were two diesels in the workshop at the moment, the first being a very handsome Class 37 No: 37248 
She has been undergoing refurbishment and is looking very handsome in British Rail green. The diesel behind her is a Brush Type 4 No: D1693. She is also known as a Class 47 (No: 47105).
I also got a look into her cab and this is the drivers position.

Outside the workshop was a whole yard of interesting goodies. But, the lighting was awful, and alas my shots of 35006 ‘Peninsular & Oriental S. N. Co’ – Rebuilt Merchant Navy class came out lousy, which is a real pity, as I had wanted to photograph her last time I was here and all I got then was her tender.
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Close to her on another line was 2807, a 28xx heavy freight loco,  built 1905.
and my two friends from my last trip.


It was time to stop drooling and get my rear end back to the platform to see what was happening. According to my timetable a train was due to arrive from Laverton followed shortly by one from Winchcombe.

A quick look down the line from the pedestrian bridge did not reveal any movements so I went down to the platform to await the arrival from Laverton. Technically this was the same train that I had just rode from Cheltenham.

I was right, and it was D8137 in front with 37215 on the rear end. There was also a gathering of gricers looking eagerly down the line towards Winchcomb. What was on its way?

I will be honest, I have no idea what loco this is. I shot video from this point, and the only pic I did get of her was this one:

Looking at my video she is D5081 (no;:24081) which makes her a class 24.  She also sounded a lot like a washing machine I once had.

I crossed back to Platform 2 to see whether I could get decent pics of D5801, but she was effectively blocked by Class 37. However, there were stirrings afoot and I headed towards the back of the train on platform 2 to see what was attaching itself to the rear of the train that had just arrived.

I had a feeling I would see her again. But it was time to get onto my train back to Winchcombe on Platform 2.

The train to Laverton pulled out and I was left staring at Platform 1 and saw movement in the distance.

I debated whether to disembark and go have a look or not when the decision was taken from me and we started to move; that would save me a walk!

E6036 is an electro-diesel from 1962. And she can be used as a conventional diesel loco or use the 3rd rail pick-up in electric mode. These are really quite handy machines to have, although her electric capabilities are limited where she is now.

At Winchombe everybody was waiting for us to arrive.

And this was the double header train that had passed us earlier at Gotherington. The lead loco was looking resplendent in Freightliner livery and she is class 47376 (D1895), a Brush Type 4.

and her partner in grime was class 26043 (D5343)

This pair made a wonderful noise as they passed us all, and I am sorry that I had not caught this train at Cheltenham originally.

At Winchcome is the carriage works for GWR, and these were open for viewing. I am a sucker for old coaches and there were quite a lot of variations in these over the span of rail in the UK. I cannot however identify any of them, but that does not stop me looking.

There was one vehicle that was fascinating here and at first I thought it had a snow plough blade underneath it.

But it turns out that this is actually a ballast spreading blade, and it is controlled by a very nautical looking “bridge”.

This “helm” is really used to raise or lower the blade. There was also a coach having work done on its undersides, and I was reminded how professional this operation is. It may be staffed by volunteers but it is a very well run railway!

There are a lot of derelict coaches and old rolling stock here, and I suspect there is a plan somewhere as to what will happen to them all if/when funds and volunteers are available. Until then we can only dream.


There is even a heritage shunter at the carriage works, she is D2182, a diesel mechanical shunter built in 1962.

I had intended going into Winchcombe proper, but I really did not have the energy, and the next train would take me back to Cheltenham. In fact, while I was taking a look at the model train exhibition the class 117 diesel railcar arrived.

Which meant my ride home was on her way.

Yes, and it was the diesel I expected. 45149. Class 45/1 diesel electric from 1961. And she is as old as I am.
I climbed on board and sort of settled down for the ride home. The Greet tunnel was not too far off and I was hoping to get some video going through it.

Past Gotherington, where the up train was waiting for us to pass.

And finally into Cheltenham Race Course station and all stop. We bailed out and headed to the front of the train to watch the diesel run to the back of the train.

And then I was heading up the hill back to town. It had been an eventful day. I had seen 15 loco’s today, and that is impressive. The problem with steam is that running 3 trains like this is difficult. Steamers need a drink and a fire cleaning and there are more diesels available than steamers. In a few years time these diesels will be the heritage because the steamers can only run for so long and sooner or later somebody is going to find a way to stop them running completely. Personally I just like the fact that these are old machines, and in their day they were amongst the top of the range. Today they are only found in a few places because nobody ever really considered preserving them when they lived out their useful lives. Today they are prized heritage items, and as such are worthy of a weekend of their own.

Video footage may be seen at my YouTube Channel

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The Banana Bridge

While doing my Bristol blogposts I remembered that I wanted to do a separate post about the “Banana Bridge”. I had first crossed it in 2014, but that was as far as it got.

Built in 1883 by Finch and co, Chepstow, it is a footbridge that spans the Avon. Originally erected 1883 as a temporary footbridge on the site where Bedminster Bridge now stands, it was then transported by barges to Langton Street where it now stands. 

As far as bridges go, it is one of many in Bristol, and the unusual colour really makes it stand out amongst the herd. It is also a firm favourite with the Minions. 

There are other bridges in the city that I have crossed, but they are generally not easy to photograph. This is the Bedminster Road bridge.

And this is the Bath Road Bridge from 1885, with its slightly outdated information sign.

There is also a railway bridge that is close to the Bath Road Bridge, and this is it from the station. It does not however cross the Avon River

This is the Totterdown Bridge, and I have finally gotten across it.

Walking backwards along this route towards the station brings you to yet another interesting structure, and as yet I do not have a name for it. It is a railway/pedestrian bridge that crosses the Avon, and the pedestrian side comes from Victor Street. The bridge is painted a jaunty blue colour and was quite a nice one to cross.


Of course in my opinion, all these bridges pale into insignificance when measured against the Clifton Suspension Bridge  which I visited in early August this year. It really makes everything else look like a poor relative.

There are many more bridges in Bristol, but they are not easy things to photograph as a rule, I hope to add to this post as I explore more of the city, although with Winter coming my days of heading off on a whim are drawing to a close. Watch this space though, this may not be the end of the story.

Update 2018. 

I have added a few more bridges to the collection.

The first is the Redcliffe Bridge.

The Temple foot bridge 

The Bristol BridgePrince Street Swing Bridge

Pero’s Bridge

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Heritage Day: Bristol Docks

The last part of my Brstol excursion on the 3rd of October takes place inside Bristol Docks and was an unexpected bonus. However, I am going to use a mix of my 2014 images as well as images from this excursion as they are almost interchangeable (the sunshine ones are from 2104). My intention had been to walk along the dockside to capture images of the SS Great Britain from the opposite bank to where she is berthed but my priority changed when I saw a plume of moving steam on the opposite bank to where I was. It was at that point when I changed my mind and crossed over to that side of the harbour.  My approach was via the so called “Banana Bridge” which was originally erected as a temporary bridge in 1883 at another site. It is quite a striking bridge, and a reminder that footbridges need not be ugly. 
The difference between this time around and last time was I headed towards St Mary Redcliffe Church instead of straight to the harbour.  My original harbour entrance had been from an inner basin where an old lightship was berthed.

This led onto onto one of the first vessels of any size that I saw, and it was the 1959 built Thekla she is really a floating nightclub/bar/salon/venue. 
For some reason she reminds me of a small oceanographic research vessel, but the reality is that she was a very tired coaster that found a new life. 

It seems as if she has had a paintjob since 2014, and the original hull line is still visible.

Leaving Thekla behind the next vessel that I was after was the Balmoral, and I have covered her in a separate blogpost.

Astern of Balmoral were two old tugs, The John King being one of them
On this day she was out and about, and I managed a far off pic of her sailing, but got better images when she returned from her trip.

She is the last of Bristol’s biggest fleet and was built in 1935 for Kings Tugs Ltd. and was used on the Avon and Bristol docks until 1970.

The vintage steam tug Mayflower was berthed in front of her  in 2015 and she dates from 1861 and is the world’s oldest steam tug and the oldest ship afloat in Bristol (the Great Britain is in dry-dock so does not count).

On the weekend I started out on the opposite side of the harbour, because I wanted to see Mayflower, Balmoral and John King from across the water. As I got there John King sailed away and there was an odd looking boat alongside Mayflower.

It turns out that this odd looking boat is called Pyronaut and is a fire-float and was built in 1934!

Walking along the quayside I crossed the Pero’s Bridge with it’s collection of padlocks. Gee, where is my bolt cutter?

My next destination was the sailing ship Kaskelot.

She is somewhat of a TV and movie star, and luckily for me I saw her in 2014 and managed a better shot of her from where Mayflower was berthed.

It was while I was standing at Kaskelot that I saw the odd plume of steam and smoke from the other side of the harbour and I zoomed into it to see what it was.

Now not too long ago I was reading about “The Flying Bufferbeam“, which was a similar sort of steam loco. Could this be her? Photographing the Great Britain could wait, this was more important. I rang down for a full astern and headed to the other side of the harbour at full revolutions. 
Walking down towards the steam engine I realised there was another source of steam doing the rounds, and that was just in front of the Bee is a 1970’s built supply tender. 
The thumping great steam crane is an interesting beastie on its own. She is a Fairbairn Steam Crane and she was built here in 1878 and was designed to lift heavy loads from ships and she can still lift 37 tons (or 7 African elephants)! She worked until 1974 when the docks closed. She is an impressive machine though, making loud trundling noises as she rotates on her platform. I may even have video of it, but have not worked through the video that I shot to see how much came out. Naturally the moment I hit the shutter she stopped moving! She has the distinction of being the only surviving Fairbairn steam crane. 
I was also now at the place were my errant steam engine was dashing hither and thither. In fact there were two steamers there, the first being Peckett No 1940 “Henbury”.
And the source of all the commotion was the Bagnall 2572 “Judy”

Judy was doing driver experience jaunts and that entailed a slow pull away, then a rapid dash down the line and an abrupt stop under a cloud of steam, and then backwards in a similar fashion. The unusual design of the loco was required to cope with some extremely tight curves, and a very low bridge under the Cornish Main Line close to where she served originally.

I watched this strange loco going up and down for awhile and then headed back towards Balmoral, pausing to watch the John King come alongside, followed by the Matthew which is a reconstruction of John Cabot’s ship

The design is a Caravel, and it hard to believe that ships of this size were capable of very long voyages, she is only 24 metres long, while John King is 19 metres.

There were also two classic vehicles at the harbour, the first was a Bristol flatbed truck

and the other was a 1961 built Bristol bus. That bus is the same age as I am! (and much better looking).



And then it was time to head to the Balmoral and see about getting on board her, but that is another blogpost on it’s own.

I had been extremely lucky to be in Bristol on this day, I saw so much and revisited a place that I wanted to come back to. I did not get to the Great Britain, but that’s reason enough for another trip. It only cost me 9 pounds to get there so it is very do-able for more trips in the future, but with winter closing in I suspect I may end up hibernating instead.

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St Mary Redcliffe in Bristol

The Church of St Mary Redcliffe.,  

Continuing from where we left off…

I heard St Mary Redcliffe and could see the spire long before I actually got to the church. It is a tall spire too, and the bells pealing just made me smile. I am very fond of hearing them because the sound tends to blend into your subconscious and you can then pick out individual bells amongst the peal. The large tenor bell is always prominent and it has a regular “bong” that you can almost feel as opposed to hear. Oddly enough, inside the church they are not as loud as outside. The church is very big, almost on the scale of a mini cathedral, and it is a Grade I listed building. It is constructed in the Gothic style but I was so stunned by the interior that I did not take a good look around the exterior!   

The lawn around the church did not contain any visible headstones that I could see (although I did not really investigate this area too well), but that does not mean that there weren’t any that predated the cemetery that I had been to. With a building like this it is very possible that a graveyard did exist but has now been grassed over. The associated graveyard for the church is now close to Arnos Vale.
Once I got inside I was amazed at how beautiful it really is, although it is quite narrow inside. 

There were a lot of effigies in the church too, and the wall memorials were magnificent, although the really good ones were way too high for my liking.


It had some really beautiful stained glass too, although not much survives from the original windows that used to be in the church. The Lady Chapel (above) is probably the most beautiful space in the church, There is just something very special about it.

It always amazes me to see how many people come to look at churches like this (myself included), although I will often encounter the bored youngster being dragged along behind their parents. You can see that they are just waiting to take a selfie but would not be caught dead in a place like this. People wander in and out of churches like this and I hope that many have that same sense of awe as I always have.

I was happy to get a closeup of the console for the organ too, I have seen very few of these and it must really be something to play one. This particular organ was built in 1911.

The parish Roll of Honour is a simple one, but it probably many of the names on it may be buried in the cemeteries I had visited earlier in the morning.

The Baptismal Font is really different; with its hanging dove which represents the Holy Spirit. I really struggled to get a decent image of it, but think I have succeeded.

As far as a graveyard goes, as mentioned before, the burial area is close to Arnos Vale, although I did find evidence of a graveyard in the grounds around the church, but it did not amount to much, although a more modern “Garden of Remembrance” has been established in a small area of the former graveyard.

Time was catching me and I had to start making tracks and I left the sanity of this beautiful place to wind my way to the harbour. I was hoping for some decent exteriors of the whole building, but alas the weather made sure that my images were less than mediocre. Trying to fit it all in is a major difficulty, and traffic just makes things more awkward. I had a bit more luck in 2018 but there are too many people in the background and it is cloudy… again. However, 2 weeks later I managed the image below. 

I shall leave you with some random images from the church, enjoy them, and I hope that one day I will be able to add more.

Random Images.

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Preserved Ships: MV Balmoral

The Balmoral was not an excursion ship that I ever saw in Southampton, although that she was built for service between Southampton and Cowes in the Isle of White, as well as perform excursions around the South Coast. The MV Balmoral that this post is about is the vintage excursion ship owned by the MV Balmoral Fund Ltd and I first saw her in Bristol in January 2014. In fact I was not even aware that she was in Bristol at the time.

Unfortunately I was on my way to see the SS Great Britain, so did not take too many pics as I was on a tight schedule (which is dominated by the train timetable). I filed the information in the back of my mind with the intention of coming back one day.

Well this day was that “one day”; only it was now over 20 months later, and there was always the chance that the vessel would have shifted. I do know she had been active for awhile, and fortunately she was in the same spot as when I saw her last time. Unfortunately I was not as lucky with the light this time around, it was a grey and dreary day, although the harbour was really bustling as there was a heritage day event going on in the harbour.

There was a lot going on around the vessel, and there was a sign that indicated that you could go on board her. I weighed that up with what I wanted to see (a rare steam engine), and decided to come back to her once I had taken my pics. Time passed and by 13H45 I was alongside the Balmoral once again. I only had 15 minutes to spare before I left for the station, but with luck I could push it to 45 minutes if I caught a different train. The gangway guard laughed when he heard my predicament, he even knew what train I was after! (image below from 2018)

Then I was onboard the vessel, and it was time to look around.

On board she is really fitted out with lounges and seating areas, and while they are not ugly spaces I was not too enamoured with the colour schemes in some of the areas.



Naturally I headed for the bridge and wheelhouse, but hit a snag. There were at least 6 people in it, and one standing blocking the door, so I could not even get a look into it.

I headed down to the foredeck to look around, hoping that the wheelhouse would be vacated before train time came along, but it did not look as if anybody was going to budge.
The upper decks are not as nice as on Shieldhall, but they are full of the tiddley bits that make ships so interesting


I have no idea what had been going on on the aft decks, but it was obvious that I was not going to get any further than where I took the image from. I headed back inside again, to the forward facing lounge, and it was not a big space at all. In fact I think it could get very crowded in there.

The engine room was also open, but the doors were shut and a private group seemed to be visiting. I hung around a bit then went walkies again and returned, but nothing was budging in there, and the wheelhouse was still full of people so realistically there was not much else to see, unless I could get into some area where I was not allowed. It was time I took my leave. I was already running a few minutes late, so really had to leave now or hang around for how long waiting to get to the bridge or engine room.

The “Famous Bow Shot” above was taken in 2014 from the bridge that is almost in spitting distance of the ship, the bridge was undergoing refurbishment at the time and a temporary walk way enables people to cross the river. The image below is from 2018 and the vessel had been moved from the position by the bridge to further down the harbour

My images were dictated by the weather, but it does give me incentive to return to Bristol to rectify the situation, hopefully next time will not be 20 months away.  If I had the opportunity I would definitely go on her for a short jaunt, although I think it could be very crowded on a busy day.

Farewell Balmoral, I hope to see you again soon.

**UPDATE 21/07/2018**

I was in Bristol once again for the Harbour Festival and was hoping to get on board her. She was not in the space where I had last seen her last but berthed almost opposite the Great Britain. Unfortunately the woman who was at the gangplank was not ready to let me see the wheelhouse, and insisted that I have a guide with. The only problem being that the guide was standing at the opposite rail watching what was going on. She was not willing to call him and neither was I able to persuade her to let me go  on board and grab the guide and get it done with. The problem with waiting for more people to pitch was that I would still have the same problem of too many people in too small a space. I gave up and left and have now closed the book on the ship.  

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Return to Bristol

I did my first trip to Bristol in January of 2014, and the main object of that exercise was to  have a look at Arnos Vale Cemetery and photograph as many of the CWGC graves that I could find in one expedition.  To be honest, I had no idea what the place was like, and the cemetery was my only goal at that point. I was pleasantly surprised though and a return trip to Bristol was on my list for action, although I did nothing about it until August this year when we made a detour to the Clifton Suspension Bridge in the city.
It was time to return, and on this fine foggy morning I groped my way to the station and boarded the train to Bristol Temple Meads. 
The temptation is great to use the original images from my 2014 trip, but on that day I had spectacular weather, on this day it was foggy and grey and not really photography weather. But, I persevered and so the images in this post will be from today. Fog and all!  The train runs from Great Malvern, Worcester, via Ashchurch for Tewkesbury, Cheltenham Spa, Gloucester, and then onwards to Bristol Parkway and Bristol Temple Meads. It took roughly 90 minutes although we did spend 15 of those standing still in Gloucester. 
The cemetery is roughly 30 minutes walk away, and well provisioned with a packet of chips and a sandwich I followed the Bath Road to my destination.

Actually I had 3 destinations in this direction because there are three cemeteries involved. My first goal was St Mary Redcliffe Churchyard, then Arnos Vale and finally Holy Souls Catholic Cemetery.  

When I had first visited St Mary Redcliffe Cemetery in 2014 I had been puzzled because I could not find the church associated with it, and there was no church in the cemetery either. At any rate, I had missed two graves there last time, and was fortunate to find one with not too much trouble, but the last one evaded me, and it probably always will. In many instances the missing graves are private memorials and the kerbs have sagged or the stones have toppled rendering any inscription illegible. Without an grave numbers on the graves themselves it becomes even more problematic. I know when I am beat though and I headed over the road to Arnos Vale.  
By now my shoes and socks were soaked by the wet grass, and I was going to have to squelch my way through the day like that. I should look at a pair of wellies, they may be suitable cemetery stompers.  Arnos Vale had not changed much, but the one major change that had been made from my previous visit was the installation of the original ledger stones in front of the screen wall at Soldiers Corner. 
These ledger stones were found in the crypt under the Anglican Chapel and were on the original graves that make up the grassed area in front of the Memorial. 
In 2014 these had not been found yet so I saw this area as a green patch, and now that have been replaced. Not all the ledgers still exist though, and some are not very legible. Generally there are 4 names on each stone, and number 675 includes the names of two South Africans: M Modlalaand HC Jones, The former a South African who served with the South African Native Labour Corps, and who died of Pthysis and was buried in this small triangle.  He is not the only South African buried here, Jacobus Molupe, Richard Baker and Stanley Jenkins are also buried here, and only the ledger with Molupe mentioned on it is missing. These stones are very historic and give us an early glimpse of what was done during the war to bury the many casualties that died locally. 
My list of names was a long one though, and I had covered a lot of the cemetery previously so would be going over my tracks, but I found an additional 11 previously un-photographed graves and these will now be added to the record. I did not want to spend too much time at Arnos Vale though because I had other plans, but more about those later. 
The Cross of Sacrifice in the distance is the one by Sailor’s Corner and you can see that blue skies do not exist. I had forgotten how tangled the undergrowth was in this cemetery, and a few excursions into the brush was enough to remind me. 
I headed down towards the chapel area as my bladder was reminding me of my priorities. As I walked past the |Anglican Chapel I realised that the one door was open so I thought I would pop in for a look. The cemetery is currently having an exhibition about the war and its consequences, but I was really more interested in what else was in this space. 
The bays on either side contain coffins behind slabs, and the other bays were in use for the exhibition and some contained cremation urns, old stonework and other bits and pieces probably associated with the cemetery.  
It was an interesting glimpse into this building, but I suspect that there must be more than this small space. Co-incidentally, it was in this crypt where the ledger stones were found.  
Time was marching and I found the loo and it had been created in the area of the old 1928 opened crematorium by the other other chapel.  
A small exhibition was in place showing the furnace and associated equipment. The windlass on the left leads to the lift that was used to lower the coffin from the chapel above into the area where the crematoria was. Arnos Vale was able to survive because of the crematorium, as did West Norwood in London. Like it or not, cremation was a source of revenue, and this was sorely needed in a cemetery that was filling up and having to compete with other cemeteries in the area. I was also very fortunate that the chapel above was open (technically they were holding a wedding reception there) so I had a quick look.
Having taken my pics I was ready to start making tracks again, my destination being Holy Souls Catholic Cemetery next door. On my way out I did some casual photography and managed to find a wonderful child statue hidden in the bushes.  
I had not seen her before and she is on my list when I do a return visit one day. Unfortunately the lack of sunshine was not great for photography, and I had too many other plans to be able to spend too much time in Arnos Vale. My previous visit to Holy Souls had been a quick one too. It is a difficult place to photograph and the graves are stacked up a hill. 
Fortunately most of what I had found originally had been clustered around a central screen wall and I was missing 11 graves. They were not where I hoped they were and I headed towards the other end to start my search. By sheer fortune I encountered a grave I had been at previously and it had a number which placed in slap bang in the middle of a section, and working my way to either side of the section I was able to wrap up 5 graves that were in the section. Alas though, the others were probably scattered amongst the balance of the population. 

It was time to leave. I had under 20 graves in total completed, so I have to return one day. But my time here was at an end as I wanted to go the harbour and photograph whatever was floating in it, and I would do that via St Mary Redliffe. This is the church that probably ties into the cemetery I had been to first. I turned my bows towards the Bath Road and in the general direction of the harbour. I would pass the church on my way. I had scheduled a train for 14.42, and it was now just after 12 so I had roughly 2 hours left to see a lot.

My day to visit Bristol was a fortuitous one as there was some sort of heritage festival on the go and the harbour was suddenly the right place to be, although I will deal with that over the page

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