Trains

I spent a happy couple of hours with my camera at the Ulster Transport Museum today. I'm not interested in trains in a trainspotterish type of way (obviously I am way too cool), but I do love old trains in a sculptural, metalwork, design-ish sort of a way. Again, they tick my boxes of heritage, beauty and decay.

One of my great-grandfathers worked for the Midland Railway in the early years of the twentieth century. His role was looking after the horses in the railway yards, but I like to think that he might sometimes have climbed up into a train like one of these and admired the beauty of the brass work - and the hammer marks which make it human - just as I did today.