Mevagissey, that's the link. I used to know Mevagissey, for reasons which came to nothing in the end... stares pensively out of window... I thought I remembered the tracks being in place.
Have to admit to being another "diesel cynic", one smelly box instead of another. I can never take any interest in main-line ones on preserved railways, I suppose because to me they are a permanent reminder of the tiresome process of commuting in the days before electrification.. cold, tatty carriage-stock trains with erratic heating and lighting, the later open-plan stock which managed to be uncomfortable, crowded and bleak all at once, the added bonus of those much-detested carriages which had smoking at one end only..
Of course this was also a time when BR's notorious reputation for delays and cancellations was much reinforced. A thoroughly miserable time, not helped by being a then-necessary career change necessitated by the mid-80s oil price crash, BR diesels and 1960s carriage stock still depress and repel me.
I suppose the same could be said of diesel and for that matter, battery trammers. Working with contractors' battery trammers in tunnelling during the 1980s and early 90s, cranky things with rheostat controllers which managed to be both hair-trigger and yet require vigorously banging up and down at times, old wrecks which tended to be worked till they broke down or couldn't manage at least half a shift on their flagging batteries, or those lay-flat small-diameter horrors from Clayton or Muhlhauser..
Same for the hideously awkward job of carrying a survey tripod in a man-rider and getting it out when you got there.
Mind you, only thing worse than riding on trammers .. not being able to get one and walking hundreds of metres with your gear slung about you, head bent in the 5' or 5'6" diameter and high-stepping over the sleepers half-buried in the silt and dirty water in the invert, worst of all in the old bolted segments with their rib-and-pan design ... happy days :glare: :thumbdown:
''the stopes soared beyond the range of our caplamps' - David Bick...... How times change .... oh, I don't know, I've still got a lamp like that.