Three years ago exactly I visited Lviv and Kyiv. I just want to share some pictures, with some wishes that the amazingly friendly and optimistic people I met get their future back one day. First, a dispatcher on the Kyiv Metro
Another day, another truly special experience. Around the city of Tuzla in Bosnia, you can find the last* working non-heritage steam locomotives in the world. I felt like David Attenborough tracking down a rare animal. Days of nothing, then this brief joyful glimpse.
*AFAIK
The Great British Seaside - sunny excitement to grim desolation in seconds, which is probably why I love it 🥰 hence our #SeasideArtWeekend 🏖️
This fine ‘Great Yarmouth Gothic’ 😉 from James @JourneysofJames showing the #GrimArtAesthetic was fully grasped by November 2020 😁🙏🏻
An honour! I’ve never been a prolific poster but I think my time here is coming to a close. This is a nice echo of what a good place twitter was for sharing and discovering. I might give the blue place a go 🙏
The Great British Seaside - sunny excitement to grim desolation in seconds, which is probably why I love it 🥰 hence our #SeasideArtWeekend 🏖️
This fine ‘Great Yarmouth Gothic’ 😉 from James @JourneysofJames showing the #GrimArtAesthetic was fully grasped by November 2020 😁🙏🏻
@richardparke15@35mmags We aren’t mind readers, it’s not clear who is who until we ask or don’t ask. Radical idea: rail staff shouldn’t have to fear abuse and aggression for making a very reasonable request of a passenger
@richardparke15@35mmags Rail staff can’t win - for every passenger that regards revenue duties as an annoyance, there’s another that hates it if their ticket or railcard isn’t checked because otherwise they may as well not have bought it
@AvaSantina All the guards I know dread, not relish these situations. Imagine if every time at work you made a reasonable request (for a ticket or railcard) it could escalate to aggression. There’s been a 25% increase in assaults on rail staff this year. Seems a bit cruel to act like this?
Happy Halloween from Bran Castle in Transylvania - the castle very tenuously linked to Vlad the Impaler🧛. As usual my Brompton enthusiast costume had people fleeing on sight, but the entrance queue was the scariest thing I saw.
Cycled for hours today. Climbed ~600m. Exhausted. As darkness falls I reach Kovachevitsa in the Rhodope mountains. At the Inn I’m treated to a hearty stew, flan and blackcurrant wine. The smell of firewood. It could be 100 years ago. All’s well with the world for a bit.