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It’s a New Year

07 Friday Feb 2025

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Alexandra Palace, british-history, History, London, Time, Trains, Travel

I’ve not written anything for ages, so, as it’s well into the new year, I thought I should knuckle down. The trouble is that there’s so much “noise” out and about, what with Trump, Musk, et al. Still, life goes on and I can always look away from the awfulness unfolding around me.

Someone posted a photograph on Facebook of an old railway station at Alexandra Palace in North London (UK). It was built right into the main structure of the Palace, too, which caught my eye, not least because I didn’t know there had been a railway there. I have no great connection with Alexandra Palace beyond my living in North London myself for a few years, but I did travel past the place every day when I was commuting from Stevenage in Hertfordshire into London every day in the early 1980s.

Alexandra Palace isn’t a palace in the royal sense, but a palace of entertainment and sports. It’s known affectionately as “Ally Pally”, and because it sits atop a big hill, you can see it for miles around, even in the suburban jungle of North London. It was opened in 1873 and has gone through many iterations in its lifetime, most notably perhaps as the BBC’s first home for a regular television service, starting in 1936. Ally Pally is still functioning, too, as concert, exhibition, and community venue. Curiously, though, despite having seen it every day for years, and lived relatively close by, I’ve never been inside.

But I digress. The station was the terminal point for a broad loop of line coming out from the London to Edinburgh Eastern main line. It must have been quite a slog up the hill with a full load, because it’s some climb up to the Palace. The branch was opened in 1873, along with the venue, but closed in 1954. The track bed is still in use, only now as walking trail, known as the Parkland Walk (North), and still utilises some of the old railway infrastructure to traverse the now busy roads.

I write all of this as a way of both highlighting my total ignorance of the history of North London and it’s many esteemed buildings and infrastructure, and the fact that my trips past Ally Pally were now over forty years ago. Where on earth did the time go? Indeed, this realisation of time past manifested itself on a trip to the UK in 2023. We were on a train going from Hackney Downs into Liverpool Street and I was remarking to the good lady wife that the trains were somewhat improved compared to the ones I’d used on that route in, wait for it, 1981! I hadn’t even begun to consider the passage of time, beyond a decade or two, but four decades and counting? It was no wonder things had changed.

Anyway, enjoy the photographs of Ally Pally station, and check out the links below, while I go away and consider how time passes so darned quickly.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexandra_Palace_railway_station_(1873%E2%80%931954)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexandra_Palace

Out Of Step

12 Thursday Dec 2024

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Christmas, Dickens, Holidays, Scrooge

It’s mid-December and once again I find myself feeling hugely out of step with so many people as they start their Christmas early.

As I struggled into adulthood and realised that the end of year celebration was really just an excuse for commercial excess, I lost interest. I had a brief rekindling of enthusiasm when my son was little, but he was only five when he declared that Santa wasn’t real, so that put things squarely back into context. Now, when I see people lighting up their front yards in October (yes, October), I really start to squirm.

It doesn’t help that I’m not religious (that’s what attending Catholic school does for you), albeit that I have some sympathy for those Christians who really do see December 25th as a key date in their faith’s calendar, because their festival has been well and truly hijacked by greed, business and stupidity. I worry for the people who feel pressure to perform, to provide big meals for others, to entertain people they don’t much like, and to spend an awful lot of money they might not be able to properly afford. I really feel for those people who are told that they shouldn’t be alone at Christmas, and that if they are then there’s something wrong with them. Ultimately it’s just one day, and really it’s much like any other day other than the fact that the shops are shut. (Every year, though, on Christmas Day, Facebook is full of people asking if there’s a Tim Hortons coffee shop open – Moravian Town, on the Reserve, it’s open on Christmas Day every year).

Of course that all paints a very gloomy picture, and I’m not really a gloomy person, well not all the time. There is the fact that there are at least a couple of days off work for everyone, at least here in Canada, and New Year’s Day isn’t too far away. People use the time of year as an excuse for a party, and to have a drink or two, which is nice (although that really shouldn’t be limited to Christmas). And people do get off their bums to visit their families, which can be nice, mostly.

People other than me really enjoy lighting up their yards (in October), and buying gifts (Amazon helps), and they just like the season. Some really do enjoy their Christian festival by going to church and generally being more attuned to their faith, and others just like the feeling of well being. It’s all good, I guess.

Me, I still feel out of step, and I feel more out of step with every passing year. Maybe, just maybe, one day I’ll have a Dickensian epiphany. Maybe not. Bah, humbug!

We Travel Afar

29 Friday Nov 2024

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Canada, Family Tree, immigrant, Migration, Travel, USA

My family tree, or at least my knowledge of it, continues to grow.

But I’ll start with the headline. Before I started this family tree thing, I wasn’t aware of any of my relatives having lived their lives outside the United Kingdom. Now I know that my relatives lived in Australia, South Africa, Canada, and above everywhere else, the United States of America. Across my mother’s and my father’s sides of the family, we have had relatives die (that’s the measure I use because quite a few returned to England) in forty-eight of the fifty States of the USA. Only Hawaii and South Dakota don’t hold my family’s DNA. I haven’t done a count up, but I’m sure it’s a few thousand or so.

My dad’s side has a sizeable dynasty in the US, centred in Ohio and Indiana, but spread across continental America. Sizeable groups lived and died in Washington State and Oregon, Kansas and Colorado, and down into Texas. Much of the wider spread is Twentieth Century mobility, with sixty-six deaths in California, and thirty-six in Florida leading the way, but the roots have stayed in the Midwest. It started with one couple arriving in New York in 1822, but has been supplemented by relatives arriving in Chicago, Illinois from Ontario, and Montana from Alberta.

Now I find a whole other group of British escapees from my mum’s side of the tree settled in the Peoria, Illinois, area. It seems that they moved rural North Devon and sailed to Montreal in Canada. From there, they caught another ship that sailed down the St Lawrence River, through Lakes Ontario, Huron and Michigan to Chicago, then down the Illinois River to Peoria. They swapped their Devon farms for new land in the Midwest, and established themselves and their communities in the middle of the Nineteenth Century.

Let’s not forget those who stayed in Canada and set themselves up in Newfoundland, Ontario, and Alberta; not as many as in the USA, but still more than I had reckoned on.

I saw a photograph of a bumper sticker today, coined after the recent 2024 US election, that said “This Country Was Built On Immigration”. My family have certainly played their part in that construction.

More Computer Stuff

24 Sunday Nov 2024

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computers, HP, PCs, technology, windows, Windows 10, Windows 11

My old PC, an HP all-in-one with a 34″ curved screen, was showing signs of imminent failure. Microsoft Blue Screens of Death started happening with WHE (Windows Hardware Error) codes, and the screen started to get intermittent yellow lines on it, from top to bottom, and none of that looked good. The old girl had to have been at least seven years old and didn’t really owe me anything, so I thought I’d pension her off before she turned up her digital toes. It’s a bit sad because I’d done some good upgrades, including replacing the original 150GB Solid State Drive (SSD), that was supposed to be the boot drive with a 1TB upgrade, and I swapped out the old 1Tb mechanical hard disk for a 1Tb SSD. That upgrade on the mechanical hard drive was a bit of disaster because I managed to damage the LCD screen when putting it all back together, and lost an inch of visible screen on the left side, and suffered a growing dark stain over about a third of the bottom of the left-hand side of the screen. It was still useable, especially as the screen was so big, but the problem was getting worse.

The HP all-in-one cost me an arm and a leg when I bought it, and right now I don’t have the cash to lay out for a similar system, so I downsized. Now it’s an HP all-in-one with a 27″ screen, but with a bit more memory and slightly faster processors than the old PC. Happily, it cost less than one third of the old machine, which pleased me greatly. My needs are fewer these days, so I’m quite content with the downgrade. Anyway, I can see my desk again, now.

Buying a new PC is quite easy. I shopped around, checked out a few early Black Friday deals and settled on the new HP, direct from HP Canada. I managed to get nearly $700 off the list price, so that was the clincher. I ordered it on the Tuesday night, and I had it in my grubby little hands on Friday afternoon, which was pretty much Amazon speed. Alarmingly, HP Canada proudly boasts Canadapost and Purolator as its partners, which was a quite concerning given that Canadapost is on strike right now. However, it didn’t appear that Purolator was involved in the strike, even though it’s the parcels arm of Canadapost, and I was mightily relieved to see the Purolator van pull up outside my house.

The packaging of the computer was quite ingenious, and the way it was all fitted into the box, meant that because I followed the instructions properly, I didn’t have to handle the screen while getting it out from all the padding. Take it from one who has manhandled a 65″ thin screen TV onto a wall, that’s a real bonus. The keyboard and mouse were both wired models, actually perfect for my needs, and battery-free, but they are very cheap and cheerful, so it hasn’t taken me long to replace those with better models that I had knocking around at home.

Then I began the set up process. Years ago when I was in IT support, I installed hundreds of software packages onto hundreds of PCs, and all using boxes full of floppy disks. It was a slow and painful business, and done at a time when very few PCs had an Internet connection, or even a Local Area Network. Compuserve was our friend back then, but only on the PC that had a modem and telephone line attached. Today, all I had to do was plug a network cable into the back of the PC and let it do its thing. The PC came with Windows 11 pre-loaded, but that all has to be updated and tweaked, but even then I had the thing working within a few minutes and was downloading all the paid software I have collected over the years. I could have cloned the boot disk from my old machine as it was the same size, but doing it the long way, by treating it as a first-time set up, I’ve been able to leave things out and make a few adjustments. A clean start is a good start, even if it takes a little longer.

Early impressions of the new PC are good. The screen resolution isn’t as tight as I’d like, and I could probably tighten it up a little, but I’ll leave it as it is because I’m sure to get used to it. I did hang a second monitor from the PC, and marvelled at how easy it is to do these days with an HDMI cable and Windows 11. The boot up is fast, and the response is good, although as so much is done through the Internet these days, it’s as much about having a decent connection as it is about the speed of the computer. I am slowly switching off all the little things that Windows likes to add, the bells and whistles as it were, that I have no need for. The very first thing I did was revert the right-click context menus to the Windows 10 version. The newer iteration of Windows uses little pictograms for Cut, Copy, and Paste, and if you want a full context menu you have to select it from the top menu, a retrograde step in my view. It seems that there are many Windows users out there who think the same as I do, though, because when you Google “Windows 10 Context Menu”, there are thousands of hits showing you how to achieve your aim. Perhaps Microsoft should take note and offer a choice of context menus at startup?

It’s probably an age thing, but I don’t get the use of so many pictograms in place of the written words. The Windows symbol for “Crop”, for example, means nothing to me. Sure, use the symbol, but put the word “Crop” underneath it for those of us that can read. It’s not just Microsoft, though, smartphone-based Millennials have been brought up on using pictures rather than words, and it’s they who are writing today’s software. Won’t anyone think of the old folk?

Time will tell if the new PC is up to the job, and I do intend to work it quite hard. For now, though, I will sit back and reflect on how all those years of setting up computers at work have proved to be very useful in retirement, even if I don’t need floppy disks anymore.

Be Safe

20 Wednesday Nov 2024

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cyber-security, cybersecurity, Extortion, Online, Online Security, password, Safety, security, technology

I had an e-mail a couple of weeks ago that came with a PDF file. In that file was a letter to me from someone I didn’t know, claiming that they knew things about me and that my “secrets” would be made public if I didn’t send some money to them. Given that the street address, phone number and e-mail address was correct, it was a little frightening. Or it would have been but for some fundamental errors in the letter.

The first error was that they thought the phone number they were quoting was a cell phone, which it wasn’t. Threatening to put all manner of malware on my phone wasn’t going to work on an old fashioned landline. Then there was the issue of the person claiming to “see” inside my home, presumably through a camera on a computer or my cell phone, but that can’t happen with my computer and phone set up at home. Having access to my computer was another claim, and while I can’t claim to have the most secure set up, I do take precautions and I’m confident that no one has access to my computer, at least not that I’m not aware of. But, armed with some genuine information, data that is actually publicly available or maybe had been gleaned from a data breach somewhere, someone has attempted to extort money from me.

I toyed with reporting the matter to the Police, but the e-mail address was not traceable, and while they may have investigated, it would have taken a long time and probably revealed nothing. So, I deleted the e-mail, and the PDF file and awaited further contact.

The issue here is that if you’re not particularly tech-savvy, you might take this kind of threat seriously and be goaded into parting with money. Push out a ton of these letters and you’ll get some return from your efforts, I’d guess. The world can be a dark place sometimes.

What the incident did do, though, was prompt me into reviewing my online security arrangements. I subscribe to three different security packages covering phones and PCs. They were all up to date and reporting nothing untoward, which was good. I made sure all my Operating Systems were updated, too, as they are the front line of security. I also use a Virtual Private Network (VPN), at least some of the time, although I’ve found that online functionality can suffer with the VPN running, at least when working with certain software, or on certain websites. Where I lacked security, and it’s not directly associated with the attempted extortion, was with passwords. I had used the same passwords across a broad range of online accounts, and while not having had an issue so far, I thought it was time to tidy that up. With the use of a paid third-party password manager, I revisited all my online accounts, changed the passwords where I needed to, and took advantage of the additional protection the password manager software gave me. I looked back through the password records of my web browsers and was amazed to find data going back years. While the browser providers will always assure you that this data is safe, it is information that could be compromised, so I’ve stripped that data right down and now the browsers carry no significant password data. Changing passwords regularly is a must, anyway, and made easier with the use of the password manager. As an added layer of protection, I’ve gone to using just a single browser, rather than the chopping and changing browsers as I’ve been doing. There are issues with that, “all the eggs in one basket” so to speak, but at least I don’t have more than one Browser password file to manage now

No word back yet from my extortioner, and the original contact was a month ago. There have been no notified attacks on my computers, either, so it’s looking like it was a fishing trip. Obviously you never engage with people like that, but if I did I’d than them for boosting my online security, it’s been a very productive exercise

Ouch!

18 Monday Nov 2024

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I’m still smarting from Trump’s victory in the US elections two weeks ago. Not that I had any influence, being Canadian and all, but his assumption of, or resumption to, power will affect me, and not in a good way.

Obviously the American people can choose who they want as their President; they have their ways and their rights. It is galling, though, to see a man who lies so easily, who cheats (on businesses and wives), who is a convicted felon and who has sexual violence judgements against him, get elected to the highest office in that land. I don’t understand how a man with his track record could attract the Evangelical Christian vote, and I don’t understand how people saw his policies, such as they are, as a viable alternative to those offered by Harris. But maybe that’s just me.

Certainly, the American people have been deluged with Trump propaganda since 2015, and that must get tiring. From the ludicrous claims of 2016, to the incitement to attack the Capitol to prevent Biden’s assumption of office, to the even more ludicrous claims of “They’re eating the cats…”, it’s all been backed up and amplified by Fox News, and now Musk’s Twitter, so I get it that people have been bamboozled. What I don’t get, though, is the lack of critical thinking, the lack of anyone, from individuals to national broadcasters and newspapers, actually asking Trump, “Just how are you actually going to fulfil your promises to ordinary people?”. The voters wanted a change, saw an alternative to the current regime and voted for it, without asking any pertinent questions of that alternative.

Still, as I said earlier, it’s the American people’s choice. I hope they don’t live to regret that choice.

Family

30 Monday Sep 2024

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Canada, Family Tree, Grand Falls Windsor, Guelph, History, Newfoundland, Ontario

I started to trace my dad’s family tree using Ancestry.com, and discovered far flung dynasties, originating from one Irish descendent and his wife leaving Cork in 1801 for the industrial clangour of Leeds, in England’s county of Yorkshire. Joshua Mayne flourished in that city, but his sons were restless. One emigrated with his wife to the United States in 1822, and another in 1849 taking his young family to South Africa. Both of these emigrees sparked vast, and I mean vast, dynasties of Maynes in two different continents. Other family members moved away from Leeds to Canada and Australia to establish other branches of the family.

Looking at my mum’s family, it seemed very much like they were firmly rooted in England’s county of Devon, concentrated around a couple of villages close to Okehampton, and in Kingskerswell in the south of the county. But I discovered the Canadian connection. In the latter half of the nineteenth century there was a steady flow of my mum’s relatives heading to Guelph in Ontario, then fanning out across that Province. None started a big dynasty like the Maynes did in the USA and South Africa, but their descendants live on in Ontario. Then I found John Cater, a Great-Great-Great Uncle, who moved to Newfoundland at around 1855-56, and married a local girl in St. John’s. He sparked another dynasty, one that centred itself in Grand Falls/Windsor, but had connections around the island. I’m certain that I have many, many living relatives who are “Newfies”, and that makes me immensely pleased.

I’m very happy that I have followed the footsteps of all those descendants of mine who crossed the ocean to start new lives. For me it was immeasurably simpler to leave England, but for those nineteenth century Britons branching out around the world, it must have been daunting and exciting in equal measure. Ironically, when I set out for Canada I had absolutely no idea that I was following others in my family, nor that I was joining many, living, members of my family in the New World.

Family, who knew how vast they could be?

The Internet and the Advertising

17 Tuesday Sep 2024

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Advertising, Annoyance, Apps, digital-marketing, Internet, Introvert, Intrusive, Madness, marketing, nextdoor, Volume

I may have been here before, but I was reminded of the scourge that is Internet-based advertising when a letter dropped into my real, physical, mailbox inviting me to join the Nextdoor app. Being the introvert that I am, the idea of joining some social media corral filled with neighbours immediately put me on the defensive. I didn’t think “What is this?”, I thought “Who’s making money from this?”.

Nextdoor, as the blurb goes, is a way of using social media to connect with your neighbours. It’s not like a Facebook group in that it’s limited to a set range of people, most of whom have been invited. They touted one of the benefits as “Finding lost pets”, which to me seems a bit of low priority, even for pet owners. Anyway, back to the meat of it. I Googled it, of course, and once I’d sifted through the glowing testimonies (sorry, no “free” app is that good), I came to what I wanted to find, that is who is making money from it.

Of course, revenue is derived from advertising, broad-based and local.

The thing is, no matter how many pets I want finding, I think I already get far more advertisements through my computer than I need, and I take significant steps to prevent them, too. The Nextdoor app is Android (or Apple) based and therefore not as well shielded from advertisements as things on my PC, so should I wish to avail myself of the app to find my lost pet, I’m going to have to suffer an onslaught of advertising.

Yes, I’m aware that much of the good stuff on the Internet is funded by advertising, and I’m sure lots of people get lots of good information from commercials. I’ve even responded to one or two Internet ads myself, but it’s their volume and their relative intrusiveness that bothers me. A few fewer ads, sorry many fewer ads, and I might feel differently, but there are apps out there that are virtually unusable thanks to the advertising overkill. Less is more, people.

I also understand that living in North America now that there’s a different culture around advertising, and by that I mean people are far more tolerant of it. I mean, seriously, how can anyone get excited by advertisements at the Super Bowl? Some will tune in to the game just for the commercials. It’s madness. I went to a summer soccer match in Ohio between two teams from the English Premier League, and they were even sponsoring the damned corner kicks! I know that’s not Internet advertising, but I am pointing out that North Americans clearly have a higher advertisement threshold.

Anyway, I won’t be using the Nextdoor app, mostly because I get too many ads already and I genuinely don’t need any more. As I said in an earlier paragraph, perhaps instead of chasing revenue with higher volumes, which in my case have a negative effect, they could do fewer but make them less intrusive and more interesting. Did I say interesting? Given that North America is the home of modern advertising, I really think ad agencies should be looking at quality before quantity, because right now it’s all quantity and no quality.

More Grave Thoughts

16 Monday Sep 2024

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Balitomore, Baltimore OH, Family History, Family Tree, Graves, History, Mayne, McNeill, Ohio, photography, Travel, united-states

It occurred to me that I hadn’t noted down any details of our trip last August to Fairfield County, Ohio, and the grave of Washington Franklin Mayne. We were in Columbus for the weekend on another matter, but couldn’t pass up the opportunity to visit old WF’s last resting place.

Why? You may well ask.

Washington Franklin Mayne was the third child of Henry Collins Mayne and his wife Anna Robinson, and was born in Loudoun County, Virginia, in 1826. Henry and Anna had arrived in New York from Leeds, in the English county of Yorkshire, in 1822 and made their way to Northern Virginia to set up a farm. Henry’s father, Joshua Mayne, is my great-great-great-Grandfather. Not only was Washington Franklin the third Mayne born on US soil, but he was the last to be born in Virginia as the family moved westwards, to Perry County, Ohio, after his birth.

Not much is known about Washington Franklin as he grew up in the Zanesville Ohio area, but we do know that he studied at Ohio Medical College to become a Doctor and started a practice in the village of Basil, Ohio. As well as being a respected doctor, Washington Franklin acquired a lot of land in Basil and was a well known figure in the area.

The land acquired by Washington Franklin Mayne was on the original lands of the Shawnee, Mingo and Delaware peoples, and their ownership of that land is fully and respectfully acknowledged.

Washington Franklin married Eliza Jane McNeill of Ross County, Ohio, in 1865 and they became the parents of four children while living in Basil.

All that is by way of background as to why I would want to visit a small and very pretty little village in rural Ohio. Washington Franklin died in 1884 at the age of 56, and was buried in Basil Cemetery, just yards from the home and doctor’s office he built in the village. Eliza Jane died in 1924 at the home of her daughter Gertrude, in Piqua, Miami County, Ohio. Although buried in Piqua, Eliza’s name is engraved on the handsome stone memorial that marks Washington Franklin’s final resting place.

As we motored south from Columbus, it’s only a 35-minute drive, we both remarked on how similar this part of Ohio was to our part of Ontario; the same crops in the fields, the same buildings on the land. As we arrived in Basil we came across a town parade, an annual event for the people of Baltimore Ohio, the larger town that swallowed up old Basil. I thought perhaps they were out in my honour, but alas, no. We found Washington Franklin’s gravestone easily, stood and soaked up the atmosphere, and I felt really quite humble to be there at the place were one of the founders of the Mayne’s American dynasty had built his life, and the lives of his family.

Washington Franklin and his siblings were the start of a vast family network covering a good portion of the USA, from Indiana to Tennessee, to Kansas and to Colorado, and many places in between. There are many more graves for me to visit, particularly in Indiana, but for now the is trip to see old WF’s grave and the village he made his mark in will have to do.

A Park In The Sky

29 Thursday Aug 2024

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Art, Bridge, Elevated Park, Ontario, Park, Railroad, St.Thomas

Last week we visited the St. Thomas Elevated Park, in St Thomas, Ontario. Essentially it’s an old railway bridge that has not only been refurbished as a pathway, but it’s also an outdoor art gallery. What a great thing to do with a massive bit of railway infrastructure that’s no longer needed for it’s original purpose.

Of course it’s been done before, with New York’s High Line snaking through that metropolis, but this little bit of modern reuse is much smaller and much more intimate, and a touch easier to get to for us!

The Elevated Park is a walk along the bed of part of the old Michigan Central Railroad that ran between Buffalo, N.Y., and Detroit, Michigan, through southern Ontario. St Thomas, the Railway City, was about the midway point of the line and served as a major centre for the railroad. The walk stretches a couple of kilometres, east-west, out to the western side of the city, but the key part is the bridge that spans Kettle Creek. The bridge that stands today dates to 1929, was a double tracked structure and stands ninety feet above the river below. It’s been paved, and equipped with unobtrusive modern safety fencing, which doesn’t alter the look of the bridge, and among the benches placed there is artwork by local artists. The whole pathway has been created with public donations and private sponsorship, and is free for anyone to use. I note from the Park’s website that they will take donations any time, so I’ll be sending then a few dollars, I think.

The view from the bridge is spectacular, and dizzying if you look down, albeit that you do look right into the yards of a few houses in the valley. Looking down to the top of the tree canopy is always a joy, and you can do that from ninety feet up. It was very warm when we visited, and while the lead up to the bridge is shady, out on the structure it was a wee bit too exposed to linger without getting sunburned. Not great at the time, for sure, but it does mean that we’ll head back in the cooler weather, and maybe walk a couple of kilometres of the track bed beyond the bridge.

This, of course, ties in with the Grandson’s current obsession with trains. He wasn’t with us on the visit, but I’m not sure we’d have been there at all had we’d not taken him a couple of months ago to visit the Elgin County Railway Museum in the centre of the city, from where trains would have departed to cross the bridge we were enjoying as a park.

Anyway, if you’re ever in the area, I can recommend a visit.

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