Mick H. Posted August 2, 2008 Share Posted August 2, 2008 To those amongst us who are steam enthuisiasts without being anoraks,just like to see it. .A picture of the first new steam train to be built in nearly fifty years. And a famous poem. Mick H. Sorry the poem is a document ,which you can look at, but does anybody know how to convert it to a picture to be able to see it on here.NIGHT MAIL POEM by W_H_ AUDEN.doc Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bootbags Posted August 2, 2008 Share Posted August 2, 2008 Great poem. Not sure how to attach as text ? Will have a play Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mick H. Posted August 2, 2008 Author Share Posted August 2, 2008 bootbags - 2008-08-02 2:28 PM Playing to an audience? Bootbags. Oooh somebody else joined in Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bootbags Posted August 2, 2008 Share Posted August 2, 2008 Mick H. - 2008-08-02 2:31 PM bootbags - 2008-08-02 2:28 PM Playing to an audience? Bootbags. Oooh somebody else joined in Not sure what you mean by that Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hymer C 9. Posted August 2, 2008 Share Posted August 2, 2008 Gosh that was hard work but got there in the end a couple of pics of the lovely old steam trains that run regularly in LLangollen taken a couple of weeks ago. Carol. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
J9withdogs Posted August 2, 2008 Share Posted August 2, 2008 We had a steam rally here a couple of weeks ago with 'Catch Me Who Can' the full-size working replica of the 1808 Bridgnorth locomotive built by the engineer Richard Trevithick. There were some amazing beasts! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mel B Posted August 2, 2008 Share Posted August 2, 2008 This is the poem: NIGHT MAIL by W H Auden This is the Night Mail crossing the border, Bringing the cheque and the postal order, Letters for the rich, letters for the poor, The shop at the corner and the girl next door. Pulling up Beattock, a steady climb: The gradient's against her, but she's on time. Thro' spa**e counties she rampages, Her driver's eye upon the gauges. Panting up past lonely farms Fed by the fireman's restless arms. Striding forward along the rails Thro' southern uplands with northern mails. Winding up the valley to the watershed, Thro' the heather and the weather and the dawn overhead. Past cotton-grass and moorland boulder Shovelling white steam over her shoulder, Snorting noisily as she passes Silent miles of wind-bent grasses. Birds turn their heads as she approaches, Stare from the bushes at her blank-faced coaches. Sheepdogs cannot turn her course; They slumber on with paws across. In the farm she passes no one wakes, But a jug in the bedroom gently shakes. Dawn freshens, the climb is done. Down towards Glasgow she descends Towards the steam tugs yelping down the glade of cranes, Towards the fields of apparatus, the furnaces Set on the dark plain like gigantic chessmen. All Scotland waits for her: In the dark glens, beside the pale-green sea lochs Men long for news. Letters of thanks, letters from banks, Letters of joy from the girl and the boy, Receipted bills and invitations To inspect new stock or visit relations, And applications for situations And timid lovers' declarations And gossip, gossip from all the nations, News circumstantial, news financial, Letters with holiday snaps to enlarge in, Letters with faces scrawled in the margin, Letters from uncles, cousins, and aunts, Letters to Scotland from the South of France, Letters of condolence to Highlands and Lowlands Notes from overseas to Hebrides Written on paper of every hue, The pink, the violet, the white and the blue, The chatty, the catty, the boring, adoring, The cold and official and the heart's outpouring, Clever, stupid, short and long, The typed and the printed and the spelt all wrong. Thousands are still asleep Dreaming of terrifying monsters, Or of friendly tea beside the band at Cranston's or Crawford's: Asleep in working Glasgow, asleep in well-set Edinburgh, Asleep in granite Aberdeen, They continue their dreams, And shall wake soon and long for letters, And none will hear the postman's knock Without a quickening of the heart, For who can bear to feel himself forgotten? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mick H. Posted August 3, 2008 Author Share Posted August 3, 2008 Well done Mell. Did you up, down, sideways load it or just type it out. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kelly58 Posted August 3, 2008 Share Posted August 3, 2008 Just a couple of my pics I would like to share with you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mel B Posted August 3, 2008 Share Posted August 3, 2008 Mick H. - 2008-08-03 4:09 PM Well done Mell. Did you up, down, sideways load it or just type it out. I just opened the attachment you'd posted in Word, then highlighted it all, copied the text and pasted it into the forum. I did pratt around for a while trying to turn it in to a jpg file but it kept cutting off the first few letters of each line so I gave up! :-S Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Geof Angi Posted August 3, 2008 Share Posted August 3, 2008 Whoops Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Geof Angi Posted August 3, 2008 Share Posted August 3, 2008 Sorry NOT STEAM, but the thought was there Well that is my excuse Geof Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
howie Posted August 3, 2008 Share Posted August 3, 2008 That picture showing the Invictor steam roller brings back some memories Kelly. One of the first jobs I had was maintaining the tynes mounted on the front of these rollers. These were steel bars, pointed and angled, about 2ft long by 2" square used to rip up the road prior to relaying. Kerbs and manhole covers made short work of these tynes and the cradle they were attached to, but the really hard part was removing the cradle without marking the paintwork on the roller which was given the same care and attention of a new born baby by the driver. This was his pride and joy, and looking back rightly so. Diesel rollers may be more reliable and efficient, but these steam rollers really did have a personalty and life of their own, which might explain the nostalgia whenever we see them. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kelly58 Posted August 4, 2008 Share Posted August 4, 2008 HowieThe roller "BECKY" is owned by my nephew . we will be driving her on the road from near Spalding to the Sandringham Country Fair in September quite a long haul at 4mph.but great fun . Kelly Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mick H. Posted August 5, 2008 Author Share Posted August 5, 2008 I assume all you steamers have been to The Great Dorset Steam Fair,down near Blandford forum, Dorset.If not you have missed the greatest steam day, (or week if you want to camp there,) ever and can thoroughly recommend it Starting 27th August Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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