Foiled by crapness

So it was, Saturday afternoon I scuttled out of the office at the end of the shift and back in the general direction of homewards; with every intention of eating pies, drinking beer and maybe watching far fitter persons exert themselves on television, whereupon crossing the single track rail bridge by the dock eastern entrance, I see a crown of what can best be described as camera wielding elderly anoraks.

"What ho" says I, "something here worth a little of my time, perhaps", pulled the car over and bimbled back to see what gave? Transpired that there was a steam train run going on; the old LNER locomotive "Green Arrow" pulling about ten coaches was on a run from Lincoln and known to be heading this way. Bizarrely it's planned route went through Immingham engineering yard, and that way looping back onto the main line, back south, thus the camera bearing hoards on the bridge. I had no decent camera, but the cam'lette on the phone's pretty decent and I decided to go for video footage, stood and waited; chewed the fat of the day with an perky old chap with magnificent sideburns that you need to be retired to get away with. As I stood and waited, it gave me an opportunity to study the structure of the rattley metal bridge I'd just banged over every day for the last four years and never really considered... boring blokey bit coming up. They've actually scooped the roadway out of an existing, older bridge that never would have handled the current level of road freight traffic over it, built up the approach and just laid the modern equivalent of a Bailey Bridge over the top of it; thus preserving the old bridge, not blocking half the dock access and not having to close the railway line. Neat. Quite a good view of the track into the engine yard too, if I were a proper anorak I might be found up there on my days off. But I'm not, and and it was I was terrified I'd be seen by worky folks geeking! So, stood and waited some more.

And some more.

Somebody received a text message.... the engine driver had passed a signal on "danger", two miles down the track. Big rule breach; train stopped, driver relieved, no backup of course what with it being a steamer, train no longer moving. No funky steaming smoking goodness for us. Bummer.

And to foil things still further, no Indy available at the newsagents on the way home, so "BAH", no slightly pretentous things of interest for me to read.