Bodmin & Wenford Railway
I am partial to a heritage railway. You might have noticed that with my trips to the Swanage Railway, the Bluebell Railway, and the time I took a walk just to see 60163 Tornado go past. There’s a lot to love of course – the lovely details of a steam engine are great to photograph, especially in monochrome, and the sight of a steam train chuffing plumes of smoke in the countryside is a classic photograph. There’s often old artefacts around and about a heritage railway station too, full of interesting textures and surfaces. Luckily there’s heritage railways all over the country, with various trains to see and ride.
So of course, whilst we were on holiday in Cornwall in 2018, we figured it was worth taking a trek over the county to see the steam railway in Bodmin. And before you ask, yes: these photos were shot in 2018, edited during lockdown in 2020, and are being posted in 2023. Another reminder I didn’t want about how quickly the last five years have just disappeared.
Being five years ago there won’t be much recollection so we’ll just be focussing on the photography. Which is probably for the best if I’m honest.
On steam that day was 4247.
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And as is proper, the staff were dressed in traditional, period-accurate clothing.
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To emphasise the oldness of it all, I put some of the images through Analog Efex Pro to make them look a bit more old-fashioned.
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Some of those textures I mentioned at the start: these old milk jugs.
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Something else I’m partial to when photographing railways, new or old: the perspective lines when shooting along a platform (this one has been put through Analog Efex too).
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I am also partial to a lot of the machinery and mechanical detail of a steam railway. From the mechanism of the wheels to the valves and gauges of the driver’s cabin, I love how they look, especially the textures and details when they’re dirty.
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Some of these textures come from the old tatty luggage. My parents used a suitcase like the one at the top of this pile until well into the 90s.
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Eventually we got on the train for a ride.
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On board there were still some amazing perspective shots and textured surfaces to be had.
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We rode the railway to the other end of the line, and then alighted to get some more photographs of the railway at work. Unfortunately, whilst the volunteers generally kept themselves dressed in a way appropriate for the age of steam, they still afforded themselves some modern luxuries. So whilst at first glance this image might look largely accurate – he’s even drinking his tea out of a lovely metal 60s mug – you’ll probably soon notice the massive anachronistic digital watch.
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Although his tea mug was a lovely shade of green.
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There was also the opportunity to get a few more mechanical shots of inside the cab.
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At this end of the line, there were a lot of opportunities to get some perspective shots of the trains, this time with some engineers at work.
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On the train back I snapped a few shots of the trackside scenery.
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When we got back to Bodmin, the signal box was open for viewing.
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It also allowed for a slightly more elevated view of the train on the platform.
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As you can see, I had the sense back then to shoot at f/8 to get more of the train in focus – an example of the sort of thing I’ve started to forget over the last few years of not shooting so much.
One of the other textures you find a lot around heritage railways is old advertising signage. Most of it was metal signs so over the decades they’ve usually picked up a bit of patina or rust making them far more interesting.
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Right at the end of our visit, we left the station itself, and headed towards one end of the car park, where we could get a bit of a look at the train yard I photographed from the train earlier.
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That was the end of this trip to the railway. It was also the last thing we did on our 2018 trip to Cornwall, but thanks to the odd way I’m releasing things there’s plenty of images still to come from that holiday, once I figure out how to categorise them.
We’ve also been back to the Bluebell Railway since as well, so there’ll be more steam train photos too at some random point in the future.
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A Date with the Devil
When I looked out the window Wednesday morning, the fog was even lower on the hill behind us. The forecast was much like yesterday’s — early cloud coverage, late sun….more of the same. But at least it meant we didn’t need to slather on the sun lotion (“sun cream” here).
We all chose the longer hike option so both Rachel and Phil would be on the trip. We knew Phil would take over and be annoying and we knew Rachel would hang back with the stragglers. I knew I would be somewhere in the middle!
We had a shorter bus ride to our starting point and maybe a half mile hike up to the ruins of 11th century Corfe Castle. We didn’t have time to tour the Castle but after seeing it — or what is left of it — that was fine with me. On the other hand, the village outside of the castle gates was adorable. Phil gave us all of 5 minutes to explore it but we ended up being there at least 20. I would love to return one day. Weird, though, as picturesque as it was, I took no pictures! Most of us just wanted to get hiking.
Once we were finally headed in the direction of our trail, I did take this picture of a beautiful home with a thatched roof. Sue explained that people often put some artsy decoration along the roof line and I really liked this one.
The majority of today’s mileage was spent on “the downs” which, according to the Britannica website, are “rounded and grass-covered hills in southern England that are typically composed of chalk. Because of the porous nature of chalk, the Downs’ summits are dry in summer, and tree growth is normally slow, even if undisturbed. Regeneration has been prevented by sheep grazing. The Downs were formerly well wooded, but now only scattered woodlands of beech, yew, juniper, and box are found.”
Except for not explaining the very long gradual ascent across the downs, this perfectly describes the terrain through which we hiked. With sweeping views of the surrounding towns and villages, we even got to see the Swanage Railway, a heritage line alternating between steam and diesel engines, chugging parallel to us down in the valley toward Swanage.
The incline when we first started was a bit challenging and we almost immediately got pretty spread out as a group. Eventually, the gradient eased and it wasn’t too bad. The route was popular with hikers, cyclists and cows; we saw one jogger, one man on horseback.
I was relieved when we finally topped out after a good three miles and began our descent. But my relief turned to pain as it was via a very rocky road, basically, and you had to watch every step. And even though I had on thick trail running shoes, the rocks hurt the bottom of my feet. We stopped about three-quarters of the way down, ate our picnic lunches and strategically took our natural breaks. Sitting at lunch and staring at the high hill across from us, Rachel nor Phil mentioned that we would soon be climbing up to the obelisk at the top of it!
Up until this point in the trip, this was the hardest section for me. Why anyone thought that building steps up the side of a steep hill was a good idea, I do not know! Whatever happened to trails that run along the contours and gradually climb with a series of switchbacks? The distance between steps also varied and some steps were overgrown with foliage so at times you had to step over to the side and simply climb up the ruts developed over the years. Thank goodness, the trail was dry. I can’t imagine how dangerous it would be to come down this trail — similar challenges we would eventually face!
The photo below is an attempt to show the steepness.
I had nice views of the harbour and beach at Swanage anytime I stopped for a breather and was brave enough to look around.
Once we ALL finally made it up to the obelisk, the view was pretty darn good as we could see Poole Harbour and Brownsea Island, the birthplace of the scouting movement. We took a group photo there but it was very windy so we didn’t linger too long. Besides, the most fit of us — and I do not count myself among them — had been waiting up there for a while and were anxious to carry on!
We still had another two-and-a-half miles to the highlight of today’s hike so up another gentle slope we went; however, it wasn’t long before we finally topped out and then it was straight and flat as it gets. We had 360 degree views, cows and sheep grazing around us and paying us no mind and, just on cue,the sun was trying its best to escape the cloud coverage.
In due course, we made it out to Handfast Point, still on the isle of Purbeck to Old Harry Rocks. This is the most eastern edge of the 95-mile “Jurassic Coast,” a UNESCO World Heritage Site. There are two main theories of the name Old Harry Rocks. One involves a notorious pirate from Poole named Harry Paye in the 14th century who used to lurk behind the rocks and then attack passing boats. Another theory is that Harry is an old nickname of the Devil and legend has it that he took a nap on the rocks.
However named, Old Harry Rocks is a beautiful corner of the world. The sun was almost blinding reflecting off the chalk cliffs. We had time to spare here as the town where we meeting the bus allegedly “had nothing.” We were probably with the devil for about an hour — it just goes to show I needn’t have rushed up that steep hillside!
We still had about a mile to walk in to the small town of Studland. We stopped just short of town at a public restroom and asked someone if there was a pub in town and they said yes, just around the corner. So of course our gang made a bee-line for the Banks Arms Inn (and pub), ordered beverages and sat at picnic tables across the street in warm sunshine with a view of the sea. Harry, I am happy to report, was not anywhere around to bother us; he must have fallen asleep out on the rocks!
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