Showing posts with label Lakeside. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lakeside. Show all posts

Tuesday, 2 April 2013

Lakeside


There are many lake sides but unlike most of the names in the south lakes area which are Scandinavian or Celtic in origin and sometimes obscure, this ones meaning is in no doubt, because says exactly what it is in plain English, Lakeside.  In Victorian times tourists would come into the area by train but only so far as the margins of the lakes, the narrow valleys and mountains were the barrier.  The London Midland Region trains travel travelled up from London Euston to Carlisle and branches ran off, all change to the Furness Railway to get to Lakeside, but not today.
This heritage line is now cut off from its original route and only travels from Haverthwaite to Lakeside but the train seen here arriving is one that might have got you all the way in 1949 for it is an LMS Fairburn Tank loco.  277 were built and this is one of two owned by the Lakeside and  Haverthwaite Railway still steaming up and down the line.  Dismounting from the train cross the platform and round the corner
 is the steamer terminal, in this case of the boat variety rather than locomotive. 

a pleasant place to wait for the journey down the lake
or watch the boats laid up by the jetties

All aboard.  Well not when I took this picture as it was laid up, but they are steaming every hour from 9:15 onwards now as we enter the tourist season.  Wonder what the weather is like?  Check the web-cam, although not as I post this as it is rather late in the day but hopefully it will be in sunlight on Wednesday.

An entry to ABC Wednesday.  A journey through the alphabet.

Tuesday, 8 November 2011

ABC Wednesday - Quince

I remembered back in April I had taken photographs of the quince bush in bright sunlight, ABC Wednesday sorted. In the language of flowers, send a quince flower and it means temptation. Unfortunately the quince fruit on the bush this year are not very tempting.
One of just three on there at the moment, usually it is full. Maybe it is due for some cosseting. Certainly no-one will be queuing pick its fruit.
But on such a beautiful weekend lots were queuing to climb on board the ferry and shorter queues because there are more doors
to climb on board one of the trains of the Thomas the Tank Engine weekend. Thomas himself was further down the line.

An entry for ABC Wednesday, a journey through the alphabet.