As mentioned in the last post, we were partly hanging around Criccieth to get a shot of the Cambrian Coast Express, one of the rare excursion trains to hit the coast. I wanted an angle with the sea visible, unlike the gaggle of photographers with their massive poles (hurhur) who gathered further along the beach.
Having been gorgeous all day, the weather did indeed turn as the excursion rolled up.
And yes, with a whole beach to choose from, and about a mile or two of shingle next to the line, a photographer did come and try and stand right next to us. He's just visible in the shot above, lurking where our glares scared him off to.
Trying to get the castle in shot too.
With the rain hammering down, Elder Child and I tried to find somewhere a bit less exposed to get the return. The plan to wait under the bridge, on the platform at Minfford, failed as others had thought of it. We spotted this rather handy public footpath though, off the end of the platform.
Eventually, after a late-running service passed, the excursion crawled up the incline to the station.
Quite impressive at this level.
The train stopped to pick up passengers, bathing us with the gorgeous smell of food cooking in the buffet.
Snaking away from the station.
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