Prior to my announcement of my plan to do this book, I had already made some arrangements to get official use of photographs for it. Through Rhondda Cynon Taff council, National Library of Scotland, through to individual photographers via eBay and Flickr, I wanted to make sure I had enough content.
This past Thursday, I was able to look through the National Waterfront Museum archives and I’m very happy to report there at least 15 photographs there that would be perfect for the book. I am just in the process of sorting out commercial usage rights for them, but hopefully it will be straightforward. It was a fantastic morning spent with David Jenkins at the archive, and a real treat to see photos that will be of such use to me!
I also received some interesting modern-day information about the former end of the line in Treforest from Dr Jocelyn Kynch, which will provide some nice historical parallels about the lines legal issues then and now.
So all in all, it’s been an interesting few days in the further prep work for the book – here’s hoping the process continues smoothly!
Rhiwbina Halt was opened by the Cardiff Railway in 1911, one of the original stops along it’s route into Cardiff. Two lines ran through it’s two platforms, which were connected via a footbridge. The halt was simply renamed Rhiwbina following it’s absorption into the Great Western Railway, and the station was reduced to one track along with the rest of the line by the 1970’s.
Late night railway specials periodically ran from Ninian Park in the 1970s and, according to Urban75.org, “passed by in a blur of ejected seats, broken windows, flailing toilet rolls and exploding light bulbs, as the local hooligans rampaged”.
The station still operates today.
Information sourced from: http://www.urban75.org/railway/rhiwbina-halt.html
What do you do when you don’t know what you want to do?
I’ve completed my MA now. The whole point of doing the degree was to give me more options in getting jobs.
But I don’t know what I want to do. Only what I don’t want to do. I don’t want to work with financial stuff. I don’t want to talk on the phone. I want something nice and solitary.
What the fuck am I doing.