#365daysofbiking Stationary traveller:
November 28th – Birmingham New Street, not long after dawn on a grey, wet, miserable winter morning.
Despite it’s faults, despite it’s awful turd-polishing in the Grand Central fiasco, despite it’s continual propensity to be host to disappointment and frustration, this subterranean station is in my heart and soul, and feels like home.
The lights, the people, even, no – especially the steel horse.
I love this city. I love this place. With all my heart. But often, it feels unrequited.
#365daysofbiking Electric night:
November 26th – A quick shot passing through New Street station in the evening.
The skyline from here, considering how low you are from street level, is remarkable, and I love the way the machinery, lights, signals and surfaces mix.
A real late night feelings shot.
#365daysofbiking The sound of music:
November 20th – This is the coolest bloke I’ve ever seen on a commuter train.
We were sharing the bike space on a Birmingham commuter service. He’s on an urban flat bar; partially consumed coffee in the cup holder. He clearly works in something musical as he’s playing a small, portable electronic keyboard of the musical variety, and listening on headphones whilst reading sheet music.
He was playing the keyboard in total silence to the outside world, pensively and in the considered way someone might type an email on a laptop.
I’m not sure if he was learning music, marking it or writing it, but I have to say, you are a seriously cool man. Fascinating.
#365daysofbiking Warm rain and what lies beneath:
September 22nd – Thanks to a reminder from the most excellent Stymaster, I got to attend the Tipton Canal and Community Festival, all be it on a really wet, rainy dray. The weather notwithstanding, I had an excellent time, as can be seen on my main blog here.
Having ridden to Tipton from home in the rain, I decided to carry on down the canal into Birmingham following the old mainline into Birmingham.
This time of year, the Galton Cutting is gorgeous, and it’ll be even better when the leaves really start to turn.
The huge maze of scaffold under the M5 viaduct at Oldbury is hugely impressive from underneath, too. I wonder how many delayed, queueing motorists above know the complexity of what lies underneath them?
August 16th – Thankfully New Street is a rare delight these days, but on this grey and wet Thursday morning I wallowed in the damp brutalism of the concrete and metal, and the sounds of the people and traffic.
I spend many years now passing through this place, waiting or anticipating. It’s by turns grim, ugly, wonderful, fascinating and homely.
A real love-hate relationship.