I pass this bridge every time I take the all-stops train at 7:18. Ideally I'd take the 6:48, but if I am delayed then it's a handy second option. The journey to and from Castleford is always quite pleasant, with canals and fisheries and boats and ponds scattered apparently at random along the way.
This morning, for the first time, I remembered to take the camera, to sit on a seat by the correct window, and to actually be awake and alert when we went past.
While the scene is quite crisp, although muted by the wintry mists, it was difficult to capture that in the image. The dirty train window, the mist outside and the speed of the train itself meant that I had to turn up the ISO to 1600 to get a high enough shutter to freeze the motion and avoid camera shake.
I had the camera butted right up against the window, tilted slightly to one side, to avoid reflections and the grain of the dirt splattered up the outside of the glass from showing up. The result was a very low contrast, low saturation image with a lot of noise. If I were stationary, a longer shutter, lower ISO and hence less noise would have been achieved. On the other hand, I would also have been run over by a train. You take what you can get in this game.
On the whole, it pretty well captures the crisp, cold bleakness of the canals and rivers between Leeds and Castleford.
The first weekend of October has rolled around, so once again it is time for the Sheffield CAMRA Steel City Beer Festival. Now in its 35th year, the festival has seen a lot of change in the recent past. After the terrifying ordeal that was the Darnall Liberal Club, standing out in a field with beer seems like a much nicer proposition. Unfortunately, reviews of the 34th festival were tainted with dissatisfaction, both with the venue and the organisation as a whole. I didn't attend last year, but I attended this year with some trepidation. Thankfully, the whole event was better run than I had been led to believe, but not without its fair share of hiccups. Two marquees provided more indoor space, the place didn't smell like a donkey sanctuary, and the beer tasted great. There were around a hundred beers to try, and thirty ciders, so even more than some previous years. After a couple of false starts, our little troop of merry drinkers (myself, Emma and Chris) finally arrived at
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