The nice weather in late August, whilst we were in Wales, led me (Ben) to try and get some new pics on the Welsh Highland Railway near to where we were staying, near Pont Croeser. The WHR trains are a bit difficult to photograph on the grounds of not being the most photogenic design (basically a boiler squeezed between two big metal breadbins) but a day of nice weather for 'train in the landscape' shots makes a difference.
First attempts were not great; every damned layby and parking spot had people in campervans occupying them, so I couldn't get the spot I wanted, and had to settle for the level crossing some distance for the bridge itself. I was getting a bit fed up of the Staycation fad at this point in the holiday, as Wales seemed full of people who'd paid over the odds for some knackered old campervan, then decided to just park anywhere with it rather than try for a proper site.
The 'going away' shot at least had the mountains in the background. I planned to return an hour or so later, when the train would be facing the right way here...
...and then Younger Child broke her arm in fairly spectacular fashion. Cue 48 hours of hospital visits and an operation, up on the north coast at Bangor instead.
Later in the holiday she was well enough for us all to take a gentle trip down to the Osprey site (the birdwatching hides next to the bridge), so whilst we were there I got a few more shots.
Greyscale to try and make the best of a dull sky that morning.
Another greyscale test, from the return train in the sunshine, just to see how it would look.
Having pretty much exhausted angles around the bridge, later in the holiday I headed up into the woods near Nantmawr, where another car park was heavy on the campervan crowd.
I didn't get as many pics as I'd hoped, thanks to the unfortunate situation with Younger Child's arm, so I may have another crack next year if travel into Wales is allowed, depending on the Covid situation.
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