Wehey! Just found this picture and text from the Tyne & Wear Archive & Museum's Flikr account:
"Prototype Metro Cars - Birmingham Factory
This photograph shows a prototype rail car being constructed at a Birmingham Factory at some time in 1975.
The photograph is taken from a collection of black and white contact prints documenting the development of the whole of the Metro System in Tyne and Wear.
The images are taken from the Mott, Hay and Anderson Collection, consulting civil engineers responsible for the Tyneside Metro light rail system and the Tyne pedestrian, cyclist and vehicular tunnels.
Most of the photographs were taken by Amber Film Associates and Lambton Visual Aids, 5 and 9 The Side, Newcastle."
https://www.flickr.com/photos/twm_news/8692558512/in/set-72157633362537279/
Not an entirely random name for a blog, but close. I am not a goat herder - in the usual meaning of that word; nor does the Urban Dictionary definition apply to me either (for a decade at least): an extremely drunk male who having lost all self-respect and standards, loses his powers of discrimination when pulling females. It is said that Gateshead derives its name from a settlement near an early Tyne crossing where goats once roamed. The goats are long gone, but me - I like to roam these parts - or rather run - exploring new places, rediscovering old ones in and around Gateshead and Newcastle when I'm out jogging. This blog is a collection of my photos, thoughts, observations, rants, loves and hates about Newcastle and Gateshead.
Showing posts with label Tyne and Wear Metro. Show all posts
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Monday, 15 September 2014
Friday, 12 September 2014
Trainspotting: Metro No. 4001 still in service
I checked the number on the side of the carriage, just to be sure, even though deep on my heart I didn't need to. It was indeed the 4001. One of the first metro carriages if not the first one in operation. 35 year old and still going strong. Woohoo! I was slightly taken aback that I knew this fact and recognised the train, but disturbed at the obvious pleasure it brought me - it was like seeing an old friend. It cheered me up. I think I must be a closet train spotter. Such a perfect day!
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