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Post by phillw48 on Sept 17, 2014 16:41:59 GMT
Isn't the widest timber roof that at Westminster Hall? Its the widest hammer-beam roof. |
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Post by theblackferret on Sept 17, 2014 17:34:17 GMT
Isn't there one in either Plymouth or Portsmouth that dates back to the Tudor times? Seem to remember seeing it on the 'Coast' programme. IIRC The ones at Chatham date back to the 17th century. |
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Post by londonstuff on Sept 17, 2014 18:13:11 GMT
Stations frequently have names that have fallen into disuse - Nottingham Midland, Leeds City... Which was revived during the Railtrack era "Leeds 1 st" project, when there was a "Leeds City" and "Leeds Whitehall" with a connecting bus service betwixt the two. It took a few years for the "Leeds City" wording to disappear from the luggage trolleys. Regarding the OP, the terminus to end them all is (for me) the one that created a turning point in my life. I was 17, it was mid-summer, the air-con had failed on the Transpennine 158 and I remember sweating profusely as I passed through Manchester Picadilly. As the twin plug doors moved out then separated I stepped onto the platform and experienced the cool breeze blowing through the dump of a station that was; Liverpool Lime Street:  Ya gotta love concrete and brutalism. However the city carried me - the station, like I, has risen like a phoenix and now we are glorious:  I lived in Liverpool when that station was, as Rincew1nd correctly says, a dump. They slowly kicked out the tacky shops in the concrete at the front and started it, I think, around 2007, in time for the Capital of Culture in 2008. I appreciate Liverpool more now I'm away and recently took a friend round there for several days and there were parts that really were great. It could still improve but couldn't everywhere. Now my father worked on the railways starting in Birkenhead North, the roughest part of the solar system, but that's a completely different story... |
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Post by theblackferret on Sept 17, 2014 19:38:17 GMT
(my italics)Which was revived during the Railtrack era "Leeds 1 st" project, when there was a "Leeds City" and "Leeds Whitehall" with a connecting bus service betwixt the two. It took a few years for the "Leeds City" wording to disappear from the luggage trolleys. Regarding the OP, the terminus to end them all is (for me) the one that created a turning point in my life. I was 17, it was mid-summer, the air-con had failed on the Transpennine 158 and I remember sweating profusely as I passed through Manchester Picadilly. As the twin plug doors moved out then separated I stepped onto the platform and experienced the cool breeze blowing through the dump of a station that was; Liverpool Lime Street: Ya gotta love concrete and brutalism. However the city carried me - the station, like I, has risen like a phoenix and now we are glorious: I lived in Liverpool when that station was, as Rincew1nd correctly says, a dump. They slowly kicked out the tacky shops in the concrete at the front and started it, I think, around 2007, in time for the Capital of Culture in 2008. I appreciate Liverpool more now I'm away and recently took a friend round there for several days and there were parts that really were great. It could still improve but couldn't everywhere. Now my father worked on the railways starting in Birkenhead North, the roughest part of the solar system, but that's a completely different story...
And, I must confess, on my one visit to that CSAC, we in the CSA were on to outside smoking areas only  and yours truly was the only one out there a couple of times. I couldn't visualise the train shed, quite, but the ambience of that being the northernmost frontier of the GWR, and where doubtless some passengers disembarked before going under the Mersey to emigrant ships to the New World (I believe Liverpool & Southampton were the major such ports in England) was lingering, which I remember was more than my cigarette smoke did in a keen March wind.  |
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and yours truly was the only one out there a couple of times. I couldn't visualise the train shed, quite, but the ambience of that being the northernmost frontier of the GWR, and where doubtless some passengers disembarked before going under the Mersey to emigrant ships to the New World (I believe Liverpool & Southampton were the major such ports in England) was lingering, which I remember was more than my cigarette smoke did in a keen March wind. 
