#The Cumbrian Mountaineer Explorer

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Not To Be Moved - Just Yet por Andrew Por Flickr: Having moved from Tyseley the day before 7029 Clun Castle was being prepared for a rare excursion on the Settle Carlisle Railway. The carriages of the Cumbrian Mountaineer Express - note the "eer" to avoid brand stealing - would arrive in Hellifield behind a diesel and 7029 would take over.

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If You Need Me, Call Me

Alexia Putellas x Explorer!R Pt.2 in the 'I Would Climb Every Mountain With You' Universe.

Hi Guys, Thank you for all the love on the first part in this series. This is part 2 that I didn't expect to write. I have an inability to not write angst. TW: Claustrophobia. Injury. Events are not based on any real life events. Part two of I Would Climb Every Mountain With You. I would recommend you read that first, for some context. But you can do what you want really ;-)

You and Alexia had been together, happily, for a year. And it was happily. Though. ‘Together’ is probably being quite liberal with the word. And. You suppose. ‘Happily’ is also being quite liberal with the word. You loved Alexia. 

And Alexia loved you. 

That was clear to both of you. You admitted it early, before she’d even left UK soil after she’d come back with you from your first meeting. She’d rolled her eyes at you and the nerves on your face as you lay in bed together in your pokey Cumbrian flat, and kissed the words from your lips; ‘well duh, of course you do. And I love you.’ which made you laugh and fall into her lips again. But it wasn’t even 12 hours later that you’d had to separate with her season starting again and her need to be in Spain. Her teammates had teased her relentlessly on her return. How she’d U-Hauled with the Jefa de montaña and ran away to the rainey island she so famously disliked just to spend another day together. She'd rolled her eyes and slapped the back of a few heads but it was true. That is what she had done. She’d been overjoyed when she spotted you in the crowd on the first home game of the season. You’d made the surprise trip to Barcelona at the last minute, employing Ingrid to get a ticket in the friends and family section for you. The smile on the Captain's face as she spotted you could be seen from space. You had winked at her and proudly gestured to your brand new Barcelona jersey, Alexias number proudly splayed across your back. As the game ended, with a convincing win for the home team, she’d made a beeline for you in the stands. Jumping over the barrier and embracing you like you hadn’t seen each other for months (oh how used to that feeling you would become), rather than a couple of weeks. “I thought that you preferred rugby?” she had teased you. “Ah, I do, but no one told me how hot the captain in blue and red was” you’d replied, with a wink. Enjoying the blush you’d created on her face, before it was your turn to blush as Alexias eyes darted to your right and greeted, “Mami! Hola!” and embraced a small women in a shirt matching yours who was definitely standing within hearing distance. Just over her shoulder a carbon-copy of Alexia was lurking, a childlike grin on her face and twinkle in her eyes. “Ah, and this is mi hermana Alba!” she had introduced you. ‘Well, nothing like diving in headfirst’ you thought to yourself, as you were introduced to your apparently-new girlfriend's family, as that's what you had just been introduced as, with a squeeze of your hand and a kiss to the side of your head. The Putellas family embraced you with all the enthusiasm in the world. Alba kept you entertained and asked you a million and one questions as you waited for Alexia to be finished with her media and captain duties. Before you knew it you were at an impromptu meet-the-new-english-girlfriend party at the Putellas residence, sharing food with seemingly everyone who had ever been related to Alexia as well as their next door neighbours. Sharing wine, food, and lots of baby Alexia pictures. So yes. You had both moved fast. Maybe it was the speed which you were going that would soon become your downfall. You were moving a million miles an hour and the warning signs were a blur that you couldn’t quite make out. Of those first 6 months, you were on an exhibition for 4. You had travelled to Patagonia to climb some of the last unclaimed peaks on the planet with the National Geographic Society. They were unreachable by road or even yak. You had to sail to the bottom of South America and then move your way up on foot.  It was arduous, it was treacherous, but you found satisfaction and joy in the difficulty.

You become the first person and only woman to ever summit Orjos del Salado and, as you snapped a picture at the top, all you thought was how excited you were to share your achievement with Alexia. As you’d called her a week later from a dive-bar in a shanty town in central Argentina you could hear the pride and relief in her voice, even through the terrible connection. It was the first time you had been able to contact her in a month.

But you’d gone straight from there to leading some American businessmen through the Amazon on a 3 week river and hiking exploration. It paid handsomely, you’d explained to the disappointed blonde, you couldn’t turn it down.

You returned to Barcelona in time to spend a week together before Alexia left for a two week international camp.  Which was then followed by a week long trip for her to Norway, as part of their group stage champions league campaign.

You’d joined her there, soaking as much time together as possible between her matches and training sessions. Maybe it was then that the cracks had begun to show. As you had woken early to pick her up from her hotel to go for an early morning walk and grab some coffee before her media duties. You had been walking hand in hand in the early morning sunshine. You had been half-way through a story from the day before, where you and Ingrid's mum had gone together to a lake outside of Oslo, when you felt her drop your hand suddenly and took a half step away from you. “Huh?” you looked at her and a look you hadn’t seen before took over her features, “What’s going on Ale?”. “Trust me” was all she’d replied, and then it had become apparent her problem as a swarm of fans suddenly engulfed her, asking for selfies and autographs, which she gave out, graciously. She skillfully extracted herself from the situation before you both continued on your way, but now, you noticed, you were at least a foot further apart and a weird atmosphere had taken over you both. It had been when you were both safely in the cafe that you’d addressed it, “are you ashamed of me?” you asked, unable to mask the hurt in your voice. Hands safely wrapped around your Tea. “No!” she’d replied, aghast, as she pulled your hands from your mug into her own. “mírame cariño” you did, and saw the heartbreaking look in her eyes. “I would never be ashamed of you. Do not think that for one moment.” she said it with such conviction that you couldn’t help but nod. “I am sorry, but it is easier. For you. The media. They will pry into your life. It’s happened before with… partners and… I don’t want that for you. For your family. I love you.” “I won’t hide Ale.” you replied. Firmly. You were a free spirit. It was not in your nature to hide yourself, any part of yourself, for anything or anyone. The thought of it made you claustrophobic. “I know you won’t.” she huffed out a laugh, “I do not want us to hide. I promise. But, maybe, if we do not make their job easy for them? Can we do that?”. The look of desperation on her face broke your heart. “Bueno Ale. Para ti. Yo también te amo.” You’d gone your separate ways from there, you had explorations to complete, she was busy with the team. She’d managed to visit England for a few days when her UCWL matches lined up, and you started to return to Barcelona, rather than Cumbria, as a home base between trips. And that's how it had gone for some time. Your birthday had passed, you’d spent it together in Barcelona, Ale having stolen your trusty-old boots and had them professionally repaired and re-waxed. As she presented them to you, on her balcony with a cute bow on top, your heart expanded in joy. She got you. She knew you didn’t want new-top of the range boots that she definitely could afford. This actually was harder, she’d had to research the dying-art of cobblers in the area. She had to sneak them out of your duffell bag, she must have distracted you every time you went for them as your go-to walking shoes in the week. With all her money and fame. She understood that wasn’t you. You loved what you had. And she got that. As you had turned the boots in your hands, taking in all of the familiarity in all their glory and feeling the waxy leather beneath your fingers she couldn’t read your face. “I hope you don’t mind” she’d taken them gently from your hands and she pulled back the tongue, which showed a piece of jersey sewn into the backing-fabric. Blue and red, with a white AP11 embroidered into it. “It's from my first champions league shirt. I cut a swatch off, and had them sew it in…” she whispered. The moment had been heavy. “I know we don’t get to spend time together like most couples, but this way, I’ll always be with you.” Your throat had burned with the effort to keep your tears at bay, you were unsuccessful when you felt her warm hand cup your face and wipe a tear away,

“I’m sorry, It’s probably way too intrusive and I shouldn’t have taken your stuff, I can ta…” You’d silenced her with a kiss. Intense and hungry. “This is the most thoughtful gift I have ever had. I love you Ale. I love you so much.”  “Good.”... you both take a moment to look into each other's eyes, then you feel a movement as she reaches into her pocket and presents proudly what she’s pulled out, eyes shining with mirth “Then maybe you will consider these laces too, no?” and you burst out laughing whilst you take in the Blaugrana coloured hiking laces. You’ve not got it in you to not agree. But love sometimes isn’t enough. Time passed. You continued your work and she continued hers. Valentines days spent on opposite sides of the globe. You weren’t there when she won the Champions League, instead spending it watching it in a bar in Jordan. She wasn’t there as you returned from reaching an undiscovered island as part of a research crew in the South Pacific, instead being in Munich to film a new Nike ad. When you were together you couldn’t walk the streets of Barcelona hand in hand. You’d kept your promise and she kept hers. You weren’t hidden, but you weren’t showcasing your relationship. When she came to England you had more freedom, the people of Cumbia didn’t know who the Spanish superstar was, they just knew her as your girlfriend. Your fit girlfriend according to the teenage boy who lived next door to your mum. You made it work though, between you. You would send her snaps every time you saw children playing football. Pictures from south pacific islands to the mountain villages of the Himalayas, and every time you would receive the same response; “See, el deporte del mundo, I told you <3” It was a perfect storm. What happened. You’d spent a month in Barcelona, more time that you had been able to spend together in the year you’d been a couple. You’d fallen into a domesticity that you hadn’t experienced before. 

Alexia would train, you would have dinner ready for her. She would wake you up with a cup of Tea from her new kettle she's bought especially for you. You would plan routes and give advice to your online contacts about expeditions they had planned. You would sleep wrapped in each other's arms, Alexia would even let you be the big spoon, very occasionally. 

It felt perfect.  Until one, simple comment.

“Ay, look at you, wifey!” Mapi had exclaimed from her place at the table as you brought in the dinner you had prepared for the group,  you had invited her and Ingrid for a couples night, “who would have thought, “La jefa de la montaña. Tamed!” “Shut up Maria.” Ingrid nudged her girlfriend, with a kind smile she turned to you, “This looks delicious! Thank you” As the group tucked in though, you were distracted. Suddenly, the weight of Alexia's hand on your thigh felt heavy. The walls, too constricting. For you, the heat of Barcelona started to become oppressive. Too predictable. You missed England, you missed not knowing what the weather would be hour by hour. The contact blue skies felt like a false--happiness was being forced on you. The ground at your feet, sun dried, felt harsh compared to the muddy grass you had grown up stomping on. Soft, flexible. The routine started to bore you. You missed the weight of your backpack and the freedom of slinging up your hammock. Alexia hadn’t missed the way you had clammed up, the tenseness in your posture, the way your laugh did not reach your eyes for the rest of that evening. For the weeks following she felt like keeping you was like trying to catch smoke. Like trying to hold sand in her bare hands. She could feel you escape through her fingers for the next few weeks.

Which is why she wasn’t surprised when she returned from an away trip to Mallorca to see you on the couch. Hands nervously twisting and unable to meet her eye.

“You’re going again, aren't you?” she asked, as she dropped her bag at the door and settled next to you, taking your hands in hers. You nodded.

“I’m sorry Ale. It's just. It's not me.” you’d explained then, how you had been feeling. And she listened. Even though she knew. Of course she already knew.

“It’s okay, carino.” you’d assured you. You’d look up then, “it is?”

“Si, Mi Vida. I would never ask you to change. And only you would be bored of the life of a professional footballer, and you must be the only English person to ever complain about the weather in Barcelona” she’d lightened the mood with her joke, and rolled her eyes good naturedly.

“Where are you going this time?” she’d continued, and she should have known from your pause that this wasn’t the usual goodbye.

“Everest.”

“Everest.”  She’d reperated. Joy in her voice, she knew it was your life’s ambition to climb the world's highest summit. “...and Denali, and Elbrus...” you had continued to name the 7 highest summits on each continent that you would spend the next 18 months climbing, without oxygen, as part of an international exploration. Silence filled the apartment. “I….” “No.” “No?” you asked, shock in your voice. “No, what?” “No, you can’t do that. It's too dangerous.” “But Ale…” “No. No ‘but Ale’. I get it. I have been your partner now for long enough. I understand. But this is too much. No oxygen, so many climbs… there is too much danger. No.” her tone firm. Final. Her Captain's voice. And that had made the walls feel like they were closing in for you. And you responded like a wild animal, backed into a corner, defensive. “I wasn’t asking.” She let out a frustrated groan, hands covering her face. “Carino, please no. Listen to me. Being with you…” a huff again… “it is hard.” “Oh well, I am sorry Alexia, if being with me is such a chore…” you started. “No, stop, you are not letting me speak…” but you had started at that point. “You are not the one who is hidden away, you aren’t one who has had to move countries, to miss her family, your life hasn’t changed! You’ve given up nothing for this relationship.” you hiss out at her, hardly recognising your own voice. You're speaking just to hurt her. To make this easier for both of you. And that final sentence, seems to be what breaks the usually cool and calm exterior of your girlfriend and she stands and points her finger at you. “Nothing! ¡nada! ¿Cómo te atreves?” she spits out at you, the anger in her tone surprises you, you have never heard her speak like this, “I have sat here and waited. For months I have waited. For anything from you. Being with you is not like a long-distance relationship. You go, for months at a time, you go. And you expect me to sit here and wait. And I do. You do not text, you do not call. I understand that you cannot but do not say I have made no sacrifice for this relationship. When you got lost in the Gobi desert for weeks, what do you think I was doing? Sitting here! Jumping out of my skin every time the phone rang in case it was your Mami telling me you had been found dead. I did not play in The Copa De La Reinga final because I was so sick with worry. He hecho sacrificio. mi equipo, mi familia ha hecho sacrificio and I will not let you disrespect me or them and let you say otherwise.” 

Alexia doesn’t lose any of her anger in her tirade. And the silence that settles over the apartment is heavy. She seems to have surprised herself, as her eyes go wide and she opens her mouth again… but you interrupt her. “No Ale. Do not apologise.” you hold your hand up. “I didn’t think. I'm sorry. You are right. I am not good for you.” This is why you didn’t do relationships. You were a bad partner. You needed to be free, outside, exploring. You lived for adventure. It wasn’t fair.

“No! No Carino, that is not what I said!” tears are in her eyes now, and you knew this would be hard, but you didn’t know it would be this hard. “I love you...” “I love you too,” she quickly replies. Neither of you had even been shy with your affirmations to each other. “I love you so much Ale. But I have to go and do this. I have too. It is who I am. It is my dream. It.. It is my world cup.” She huffs out a laugh as she gently nudges herself into your arms, your attempt at speaking in a way she would understand humouring her. “I know.” she replies, sadly, “but I cannot go through that for 18 months mi amor. I cannot.” “And I won’t ask you to, love.” You move a strand of hair from her face as you kiss her lips, gently, there's a finality in it, you open your mouth again but she cuts in. “I can’t say anything that will stop you, can i?” she asks, as you shake your head, sadly. “When do you leave?” You cringe as you confirm her worst thoughts, “tomorrow.” She takes a deep breath and presses her face into your neck. “Can we do one thing before you go?” she asks you. 

Anything. You would give this woman in your arms anything she asked for at that moment. Apart from stay. And that's how you found yourself swinging on your old lightweight hammock. 

Strung up securely in the Putellas back yard. As you lay on your (ex?) girlfriend's chest, as you both looked up at the stars. You chatted into the night, you laughed and you cried. You fumbled under the blankets like horny teenagers. She asked you to promise to contact when you could. And you asked her to not worry, to concentrate on the Olympics and move on from you. You kept it to yourself that there was no way you were moving on from her.  You didn't know she was keeping the same thing to herself as she promised you she would try.

It was the weirdest break up anyone had ever had.

And, 17 months later, as you lay, trapped, entombed in your own coffin of ice,  you were sure that you could still feel the sway of that hammock, feel the heat of that Barcelona evening and hear the cicadas chirping. As the ice pressed all around you, all you could dream of was being back in that back yard in Barcelona, in the arms of Alexia.

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Denali. Done. Vinson. Done.

Aconcagua, Kilimanjaro, Elbrus, Puncak Jaya . Done, Done, Done and Done. You’d faced the heat of Africa, the remoteness of Antarctica, the desolation of Russia. And here you were, finally, on your final summit. Everest. It was somewhat of a dichotomy between the mountaineering community. Everest had become a commercial hub. Have-a-go mountaineers paying big bucks to get a free ride to the highest mountain in the world. But to you, it had always been sacred. You had imagined it, as you climbed hills in the English lakes as a teenager, of one day scaling the iconic mountain. So, why? As you stood on the highest point of earth. After 3 months of acclimatisation. Were you thinking of your ex-girlfriend? Who were you kidding? You knew why. 

Alexia hadn’t been far from your thoughts on any of your summits. Her face popping into your mind at each peak. As you pocketed some rock as had become your tradition you would imagine her face as your hand touched the earth. The same earth she was on, thousands of miles away, probably in lush, manicured grass, kicking a ball around and entertaining thousands. Your group had become your family, and you had grown as close as one. Arguing when tensions got high but snuggling together to share warmth when in survival mode. Joking in bars across the globe and playing so many games of gin rummy that you sure a record had been broken. They teased you relentlessly for the old boots with silly laces you wore on the lower reaches of each summit, before you reached heights that you all had to wear mountaineering boots. Alexia, unknowingly, with you every step of the way. They had even made a game in each country you entered, to help you pick the rudest or funniest postcard to send to Barcelona, snippets of your time you sent to Alexia, keeping the promise you made over a year ago. You could have rang, you know you could. But you didn’t know if you heard her voice you wouldn’t high-tail it to Barcelona. So you sent postcards. It felt old-fashioned. It felt romantic. And you think that really, you liked that she couldn’t reply. It felt anonymous. You took off your snow goggles as you stood at the peak. You had 3 minutes on the highest point on earth without your goggles before you would become snow blind. The sun being about 60% stronger at this elevation. You could see the curvature of the earth.  It reminded you of the curvature of Alexia's shoulders as you held her from behind.

You took in a deep breath of thin air.

Your lung capacity feels like it has doubled since you left Europe.

You have done it. Without oxygen. 7 summits. Your life goal. Complete.

And now. You wanted to go home. 

“Congratulations English Sherpa! You have done it!” Arjan, clamps a heavily gloved hand on your shoulder, his wide smile visible even beneath his snood. Ice hanging from his moustache. He had to shout for you to hear him over the wind. He was a sherpa, he had travelled all around the world with you being one of the experts in the group, he’d affectionately nicknamed you the English Sherpa after he had seen your climbing prowess on your first summit. “We have done nothing yet, my friend. You know you’ve only climbed Everest once you get back down safely” you reply, glee in your voice, fixing your goggles back to your face. “Spoken like a true Sherpa.” he replied, and you both embraced at the top of the world. You didn’t hang around for long. Your entire expedition made it to the top of your final summit and you quickly pictured the moment before making your way down. The biggest risk on Everest is getting stuck in a crowd. It is not as technically difficult as other summits you have done. But without oxygen, a minute can feel like an hour on the highest point on earth. You heard once, it is easier to be saved from the surface of the moon than it is to be saved from the surface of Everest. Luck, however, seemed to be on your side. You had made good progress up, and were making even better progress down. With each step you became more and more gleeful, past 8,000 metres you started to finally feel safer. 7,000 metres, you let the excitement of your achievement settle into your bones. 6,000 metres you let your mind wander to finally going home but why was home seeming more like a sundrenched balcony in Barcelona rather than a green field of England? 5,000 metres, you promised yourself that you would use the satellite phone in your pocket to ring Alexia once you got back to base camp. Tell her you’d done it. Maybe even beg her forgiveness. You were alone on the mountain, ahead of most of your group and low enough now to be unattached to any guidelines, it was a usual affair.  Until it wasn’t.

You felt the ground rumble beneath you. It was barely noticeable. It felt more like the feeling you get when you’re lying in bed and a large truck drives past your house.

But it was enough to instil fear in you as you looked up and saw a wall of moving snow hurtling towards you. It was a slab avalanche, probably caused by the movement of the climbers above, and paired with the lateness of the day, the snow that had fallen and compacted overnight had melted enough to loosen into a wall of ice that was directed your way.

You had about 30 seconds.

You knew to go sideways, do not outrun an avalanche. It's like trying to outrun a cheetah. But this wall of ice looked wide, you ran to your side, moving slowly in the deep snow. As you ran you pulled your goggles back onto your face.

You could feel the earth beneath you falling away as the snow you trod on was unearthed by the vibrations of the snow above.

You ran. You ran for your life, but you knew this wasn’t good. Your training kicked in.

You saw a boulder in front of you and you threw yourself behind it, you created a ball with your body, making sure that you created a hole around your face you would be able to use to breathe. You pulled your ice pole from your back and stuck it into the ground next to you, that would help when you were covered by snow and you didn't know which way was up. Which way you would need to dig. You put one hand in your pocket and pulled the satellite phone in front of your face.

A thunderous rumble. 

And then. 

Silence. Darkness.  —----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alexia didn’t have her phone on at half time. She never paid it any attention - playing or not she was too focussed on the game.

Today, though, she didn’t know why. But she did.

She felt her phone vibrate in the bag at her feet.

And something compelled her to actually make the effort to dig into her bag and pull it out.

The number looked weird. Not a Spanish number, or an English one, she had gotten used to all the +44’s that had rang her over the year spent with you.

She stepped out of the unfamiliar changing room into the impressive corridors of Old Trafford. A post-season friendly. Barcelona Vs Manchester United. The game didn’t mean anything but it was always exciting to check another famous stadium off the list. A sold out crowd and an evening game. Can’t get much better.

She found a disused office room and managed to press accept on the call.

“Hola?”

At first she thought she’d missed it. Nothing on the line responded to her, as she pulled the phone away to check she saw the call had connected… ‘Scammers’ she cursed in her mind, moving to hang up. But just before she did…

“Hola, Ale.” She couldn’t believe it. Your voice. She dropped her weight onto the table behind her and held a hand to her chest that suddenly felt like it was torn in two. Heart beating faster than any 45 minutes of running could cause.

“¿eres realmente tú?”

“Yes, It’s me Ale.”

Tears brimmed in her eyes and even after everything she felt just the same as she did when she stepped out of that minibus nearly 3 years ago and first set eyes on you.

“Are you okay carino? Did you do it?”  she asked, breathlessly. “I did it, love.” was the response. In her pride at your accomplishment she missed how you hadn’t addressed her first question.

“Nunca tuve ninguna duda, I am so relieved to hear from you. The line is so quiet, are you still there?”

“Si…” a pause which Alexia attributes to the poor connection, “It must be the signal.” she notices you move on, quickly, “Can… can you just talk to me?”. Alexia smiles despite herself, you used to always ask her to talk you to sleep when your mind was whirring, completing your greatest accomplishment must be in that category and she can imagine you fidgeting in pent up adrenaline.

“I can amor, I have a few minutes. I am in Manchester. We are at half time at Old Trafford.”

“Old Trafford, hey?” she hears you laugh, “Finally, a football ground I’ve heard of.” She's missed your teasing lilt.

“Si, even you. It is raining. Why is it always raining here? I imagine you have better weather even at your camp.” Alexia jokes, innocently. The laugh you let out feels a little… forced? But she lets it go.

“I had lunch with your Mami today. We are only an hour or so away from yours, why did you never tell me we were so close?” Again, that laugh that she loves so much, but it felt more tired that she’d heard it before, more muffled. Though. She supposed, you must be exhausted.

“Because then, my love, you would have made us go and watch football matches and I much preferred to spend our time together in my bed.”

“Ah, Si, I remember, you did.” she responds, blushing and not missing a beat. 

“Your Mami is doing well. She is in the stands….” “Tell her I love her, Ale.” you cut in. There's a desperate edge to your voice that sends shivers down Alexia's spine. She stands, “I will. Of course I will. Carino, are you okay?” she realises now, you never answered her first question. “I stood on the top of Everest today, Ale.” you reply. You haven’t answered her question. She opens her mouth to ask it again but you continue, “I stood on the top of Everest and all I could think of was you.” Your words force her to sit again, her spare hand to her mouth, keeping in a muffled sob. “Don’t you think that's insane? That today, Ale. You were in Manchester and someone. On top of the world. The highest point on this Earth. The highest person on this planet. Only about 4 spacemen floating around above me. Had only you in their mind? I think that means you’ve been to the top of the world, Ale. En la cima del mundo conmigo. You were there with me, every step.” You sound drunk, she wouldn’t blame you, thin air for months it wouldn’t take more than half a pint to see you off, the thought of your ramblings makes her smile despite herself, she knows she shouldn’t, but she leans into it. “Everyone here talks like you….” she pauses, “In Manchester. Only me and Ona can understand them. With your flat vowels. It made me think of you more today. Miss you more than normal today. And now you call.” There's a knock on the office door, “Ale, Vamos!” half time has ended. She has never wanted to play football less than right now. “Because we’re soulmates” your voice definitely had a slur to it now, “and I miss you too. I’ll always miss you, my Ale.” you always got soppier when you drank. “You won’t miss me for long, Carino. You will be home soon. I don’t care if you decide that it's England or Spain. Whichever. I will be there. Si?... We will be together soon. We can sort all this out.” “Hopefully, n..to..oo soon.” she struggles to hear you, the connection starting to fail. “Pardon? Amor?” another knock at the door. She feels like she's being pulled in half as she presses the phone closer to her ear. “Amor. I have to go. Well done, Estoy tan orgullosa de ti. Call me when you can.” “I love you, Ale…” “I lo…” beep beep beep. The call drops before she has a chance to respond. —-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You feel pain all over your body. You had never felt pain like it. It was like every sinew in your body was screaming out in pain. You opened your eyes and immediately closed them again. Blinding white. You heard voices. Alarmed voices. 

Shouting voices. “HERE, HERE!!!” You felt yourself being moved. It made the pain worse. You tried to tell them to stop. 

Your throat couldn't make a sound. And then all you knew was black. 

—-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- More darkness. You felt something covering your face. Your body being stripped. Water. Boiling water. It burned. You were submerged. “No no no no no no…” was all you could try to vocalise. A calming hand in your hair. “It is lukewarm water, we are trying to bring your body temperature up…” 

No, no. They were lying. The voice was lying. You thrashed. A pain in your arm. A needle? Darkness took you again. —--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “There is no chance, Arjan.” “Bu….” “No. You are an experienced Sherpa. You are letting yourself get lost. There is no chance. She is too far gone. Air evac is the only way. No Nepalese pilot will fly at this altitude. We need to make her comfortable…” —--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You felt yourself being moved.

Less painful this time.

You felt wind on your face.

This wasn’t natural wind.

The sound of blades. Air moving unnaturally. Choppily.

Your face is covered again. 

The wind gets louder. More mechanical. You feel yourself being lifted up. “You’ve some friends in high places, English Sherpa.” you hear whispered to you, a hand on your forehead. Arjan? Your friend is speaking to you. You feel less alone. You try to open your eyes but the effort feels herculean. And then nothingness. —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This time, when you wake up. You stay awake. You’re in an unfamiliar room. It’s obvious it's a hospital room. But you’re alone. You look around and see yourself wired up to all sorts of machines. But that's it. You try to move to sit up but your shoulder screams in protest. You take stock of your body. You feel a bandage wrapped around your head. Your head is banging now you think about it. Your right arm is completely immobile. Your arm wrapped across your chest and hand completely covered by bandages. You try to wiggle your fingers but. Nothing. God. You hope they’re still there. Before you had too long to spiral the door burst open and you were faced with a smiling, familiar face. “Arjan!” you try to exclaim, voice rough from underuse. “She’s awake. My friend!” his sun-soaked face suits his smile. His bushy eyebrows make his eyes almost invisible as he crinkles them in joy. Arjan settles next to you and fills you in on everything you were present for, but missed out on account of being buried alive or completely unconscious. Your choice to hide behind the boulder had been the first thing to save your life. It had protected you from being swept away by the avalanche and was easier to locate. Before you had called Alexia you had contacted base camp. But your GPS had been knocked off so all they knew was that you were alive. And where you told them you had last been. You’d lost consciousness fairley quickly. Brain starved of oxygen in the small air pocket you had created. Hypothermia had set in slowly.

Your hand had been left exposed after using the phone, and you remember wiggling your fingers, seeing them slowly turn black as they succumbed to frostbite. It had taken 3 days to find you. Luckily, you had been the only person caught up in the snow. You remember, now, coming in and out of consciousness. You even recall a bad spell of seeing Alexias face in the boulder your head rested against and talking to it. Maybe you’d keep that you yourself. Bit embarrassing really. Your legs were pinned down by snow. You had used your last piece of strength to thrust your ice pole upwards. You'd chosen the direction based on the way your tears fell. That was the second thing that had saved your life. Arjan had spotted the pole in the ice field. Days after everyone else had given up on ever finding you. You’d been dragged to base camp and they started to treat hypothermia. You were more than halfway to dead. You resembled a corpse. Arjan had told you he'd never seen anyone literally blue. “Pulled it off tho, my friend” he’d tried to joke. “Of course, always” you’d winked back in reply. You'd have no chance of survival whilst still on the mountain. The air was still too thin and your were suffering from hypoxia. Problem was, the air was too thin for an air evacuation and. Well. As you knew. It was easier to be saved from the surface of the moon than it was to be saved from the surface of Everest. The third thing that had saved you. Was Alexia. “You have someone who’s gone to the moon and back for you, my friend.” Once she’d found out you had gone missing she had gone to the UK embassy in London to start a search and rescue campaign. When they hadn’t moved quickly enough she had involved the Spanish government. She’d used her resources and status to launch a media campaign which had pressured both governments. She’d flown to Kathmandu herself and was trying to hire a plane to Lukla when you’d been found. Then her attention turned to locating a pilot crazy enough to fly at such an altitude. Turns out anyone was crazy enough for the right price. And many, many euros later, the highest ever search flight took off from the surface of Everest, with you on board. “She’s a force to be reckoned with, your girl.”

He told you, as he reached to the ground below you, “...and you’ll be happy to hear, I saved your precious boots” he dumped your familiar old tattered boots at the bottom of your bed.

“And some stuff from your tent. But I had to hike it out so I left some of the smellier clothes.” he joked, as you thanked him, he really was a good man. “... Wait… hike it out? How long have I been here?” “You’ve been unconscious for a week my friend. I always told you you were lazy.” You took a moment to take stock. A week. Well. That meant that even if Alexia had been in Kathmandu, she was a million miles away now. The door opens again and you’re too lost in your own thoughts to give any care to the nurse whos been coming in every now and again checking charts whilst you and Arjan chatted. “Ah here she is. La Reina herself!” You turned your head quickly and took in the face that had been the last image in your mind every night, and the first every morning, since the day you had parted. “Ale…” you breathed. Here. She was here. In Kathmandu. In the same room as you. 

She looked as beautiful as ever, hair flowing over her shoulders, blonder than the last time you had seen her. She had gained muscle and her features had sharpened. But everything else was the same. Her smell invaded your senses. That smell that mosquitoes loved so much. You got it. Her eyes were sharp, and directed firmly at you. They looked tired. She held a sense of exhaustion. You wanted her to fall into your arms, but she stood at the door, and you couldn't open them to welcome her in. The moment was heavy and Arjan broke the silence and stood… “I’ll leave you both to it. See you around English Sherpa.” and with a squeeze of your foot he was gone. Leaving you both in a heavy silence. “Thank You Ale.” you said, breaking the silence.

After all Arjan told you, you owed her your life. She didn't respond. But her eyes had moved from your face and were now directed at the boots still on your bed. As battered as ever, Blaugrana laces snapped and re-tied in several places, swatch still visible on the tongue. Maybe you thought that your meeting would be a bit more romantic, not as…tense? She stroked one of the boots gently with her finger, seemingly lost in a trance. “Ale…?” “You have a habit of not telling me important things.” Whatever you expected it wasnt that. “Qué?” “That you speak Spanish, how you feel, I don’t know… that your trapped in a fucking avalanche.” you’d seen her angry before, you’d seen that anger directed at you, but this felt worse. It was directed through you. She kept her distance when all you wanted to do was hold her close. “How could you do that? How could you let us speak knowing that you were about to freeze to death and just chat to me, like it was a normal Sunday afternoon?” “I…I didn’t want to worry you…” you croaked out, you felt like a school child who was being told off by the head teacher. And you deserved it, you supposed. “I will always worry about you, por el amor de dios!!” She started to pace around the bottom of your bed, your eyes moving like they were taking in a tennis match watching her wear the ground down. “...and to think I finished that game. I slept that night at your flat. Happy, finally feeling like I almost had you back. Your mami took me home. And then, the next morning, I walked into the kitchen. And there she was, crying at the table. She could hardly tell me what had happened. And then it all fell into place. You’d called me when you thought you were already in your grave, didn’t you?” All you could do was nod, arms desperate to dry the tears tracking down her face. “I’m glad to see you.” you let out. Unsure of what else to say. “You won’t be. I am so, so angry at you.” “I know you are bu…” 

“No, you did your speaking on that Mountain. Now you listen” Her tears are dry now and the anger is back in her face. “I have sorted a medical flight. We leave tonight. We’re going back to Barcelona. I don’t care if you want to go back to that rainey island or not. It’s not your choice, it's mine. You almost froze to death, you need the sun. The warm. You will come with me every day to the doctors at the club. They will monitor you. Your family will come to visit. You will go to a therapist. You will take your medication. You will not ignore your medication because you think its better to treat yourself with whatever crushed bug or mashed-up leaves you think is better….” She stops for breath. “That was one time…” you mumbled, referring back to the time you insisted that a crushed cucumber was better than antiseptic cream to treat a bee sting. “Nope. You are still listening.” She stopped you, firmly again, but you felt her eyes softening as she took you in, “... and when we get home and you get better, we will talk. We will decide where we are building our life together, but that is one non-negotiable. It will be together. Okay?” She seems to be finished. And she's moved closer to you, close enough for you to reach out and grab her hand with your good one. You nod, and pull her hand to cup your face. “I just have one question.” you ask, seeking permission to speak. She nods as she strokes your face, tired and burnt from over-exposure. “Are these fingers still attached?” you ask, shaking your injured arm at her, “they’re kind of important for my plans, if you know what I mean” you wiggle your eyebrows suggestively. Her laugh makes you think maybe you did die on that mountain, because surely, here, with her, you’re in heaven. “Te amo, idiota” —-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You awoke surrounded by soft sheets and sleep-warm pillows. Your once-injured arm tweaked in pain slightly as you stretched out. You had physio later this afternoon, you thought to yourself, you had better mention it. You rolled out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen, still covered in blankets, bed hair resembling a yeti. You almost tripped up over your rucksack which was laying in the hall. Where it had been since your return to Barcelona, months ago. You hadn’t been ready to unpack it quite yet. You could hear Alexia on the phone out on the balcony, and you gestured the international, ‘want a drink’ sign to her, which she shook her head at. You shrugged. God, sometimes she was so Spanish. A good Brit would never let a hot kettle go to waste. It had been months of reconnection, Alexia finally letting go of her anger as soon as you entered the flat. She broke down in your arms that first night, simultaneously telling you how angry she was at you and how much she loved you at the same time. How she had never been as scared in her life. You just dealt with it by pressing kisses into her hairline.

She'd made you sit in the sun of the balcony every chance she got. Morning, Noon and Night. Moving you around to chase the rays. Insisting that you needed the warmth and vitamins of the sun to recover. The image of you pale, cold and frozen in the hospital in Nepal seared into her mind. When Mapi and Ingrid visited Mapi teased you, and had taken to calling you Bagheera. She said you resembled her cat, chasing the sun to lounge in at every occasion. She quickly stopped when Alexia slapped the back of her head. You no longer had to hide your relationship. Alexia had blown the doors off that as she went to the media in order to get the resources to save you. The feeling of claustrophobia that had made you flee from Barcelona had gone. You knew what being trapped really felt like now. And how you ever thought the love of your life and a shared life in this sun-drenched city was suffocating. Well. That was a different person to who you were now. Yeah, you would always love the outdoors. But you had an anchor now. Something that made you maybe not scale that next peak, and instead be excited to share a recipe with. Maybe not stay on the trail for an extra week, and instead pick out a good film to settle down to. Your mum was over the moon. She’d been a regular visitor. You thought she’d be upset, when you decided to stay in Spain instead of going back to England but she seemed offended by the idea. “That girl saved your life you stupid woman, of course will stay here with her.” Alexia didn’t accept it so easily. She was worried you would feel trapped again, that she wasn’t compromising. She would rather move with you than lose you. “Ale. Barna is your life.” you had replied, simply, “...and you are mine.” “It is not!” she had refused, aghast at the suggestion until you said, “United will have me, so will City, my agent has checked, I would even go to the Championship and play for Newcastle, I look great in black!” “Ale, you literally have a floor tile tattooed on your back. We’re staying here.” you said, deadpan. And she couldn’t say much to that. So, much to the despair of every football fan in England. She signed a new contract with Barcelona not two weeks ago. Maybe it was how settled you felt this morning, as the kettle boiled. The soreness in your muscles after the night you spent together in bed, which must be why your shoulder was straining now. Maybe you'd keep that away from the physio. Though, maybe he’d be happy to hear that your fingers were definitely fully recovered. Not as happy as Alexia was though, you'd bet. But something about this morning made you brave enough to finally open that rucksack in the hallway. As you zipped it open your fingers caught on a single piece of cardboard. A postcard. You flipped it over as arms encircled your waist and gentle lips kissed your shoulder. “Carino?” she asked, looking at the postcard in your hands. “I never got to give you this.” you whispered, as you held the postcard over your shoulder, she let you go as she turned it in her hands. She let out a barking laugh as she moved towards the fridge where 6 other postcards sat proudly, waiting for their 7th to complete the set. A woman in a bikini, sat on a yak wearing a cowboy hat, the imposing structure of Everest in the background. A speech bubble coming out of her mouth ‘I’ve seen bigger’. Alexia rolled her eyes at you as she stuck it to the fridge with a magnet showing the message you wrote all those months ago.

“Ale, I’m here. 

One more summit and I’ll be on my way back to you. For good. How can I say it in your language? ‘It’s coming home’. 

fin. 

[howgillhouse]

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[enigma-im]

Working for the Weekend Pt.2

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Orc x Female!Human Warning: Fluff, finishing courting, big cock, sex, penetration, fingering, orc on human

Word Count:3209

Part 1

                    Finishing the courting --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I manage to convince Matilda to work later on Saturday so I can have the night off. It didn’t take much to persuade her after I told her why. She is a real friend to help me get laid. I work a little earlier, it already after sundown now. I want the hours so Ritz doesn’t accuse me of being lazy.

I nervously wipe the bar counter for the hundredth time, even taking time to wipe the stools. My brain running a mile a minute at the excitement about to happen. Azhug didn’t tell me where he was going to take me or if I needed to bring anything. I guess I wouldn’t need to if he is taking me to have sex. Or as he calls it 'finish the courting'. Just thinking about it that way brings butterflies to my stomach. It's not just a quick lay but a commitment, what more could a girl want? Big strong strapping young orc claiming you for a night of pleasure that serves as a promise for nights to come, that’s a dream come true if I'm being honest.

The bell chimes above the door with a startling ring. With way too much eagerness I look over, nearly cracking my neck in the process. Azhug walks in with a confident stride; back straight, shoulders relax, and wide steps. Our eyes meet as the door closes behind him, the only thing coming to mind being 'Damn'. He cleans up nicely, looking more appetizing than when I first met him. I can't help but stare, not that he seems to mind in the slightest.

"Close your mouth darling, you're gonna catch flies," Matilda chuckles. Blushing with a giggle I glance down at the bar top a bit embarrassed. I nibble my cheek to stop the girlish grin wanting to break free. Fuck, I'm way too excited about this.

His footsteps become more attention-grabbing as he nears the bar, stopping right in front of me. Looking up with the stupid girlish smile I tried to fight I attempt to think of words. I gain no knowledge on how to speak when I see his grin, not cocky or smug but genuinely happy.

"hi," I greet with a squeak. Where did my brain go? Perhaps blood flowing elsewhere is to blame.

"Hello Emma," he says back. The low timbre of his voice sending chills down my spine. Man, I am a Cumbrian today. Not that his voice hasn't always held my interest but I wouldn't go as far as to say it made different parts of me more interested than others.

Without any more words, Azhug grips my waist and lifts me up and over his shoulder, resting his hand on my rear. He turns and walks confidently out the bar then into the night.

"See you tomorrow, Emma," Matilda laughs. I wave before we exit, the door closing behind in a finality sort of way. No turning back, not that I would if I could.

Azhug marches up the road, cutting off to a path leading into the woods. We pass hundreds of trees until I finally bothering asking where we are going.

"This way," he answers as he palms my rear.

"Well I gathered that much, but where does this way end," I rephrase. Instead of answering he instead pops me on the ass.

"Too many questions," he jokingly scolds. I chuckle and just enjoy the ride, admiring his toned back as I do.

We make it to a clearing towards the top of a hill, the area plateauing into a small open space. Once he gently takes me off his shoulder I get the full view.

"Oh wow," I gasp.

The clearing ends not with more tree but a stiff cut off to a beautiful view of the mountains. The sky is clear and decorated with a few stars, perhaps as the night continues it will be littered with the twinkly bits. The area is just barely illuminated by the moon cresting over the peaks, making the scene more captivating with it nearly full visage.

"Do you like it," Azhug timidly asks from behind. I can't bother with words yet so I merely nod. With the Emma seal of approval, he steps closer, wrapping his arms around my middle while resting his chin onto my head. The view somehow gains more beauty as I share it with him, holding his arms and leaning back into his chest.

"Great choice," I mumble," can't imagine a more beautiful sight."

He hums," I can think of a few." I wait for his answer but as he doesn't provide one I glance up at him. He stares down at me with such want it's almost suffocating. I find myself reaching up and cupping his face, bringing him down to press my lips against his. It's gentle, which anyone would find shocking coming from an orc. The tenderness of his touch as he tugs me closer to his chest is startling arousing. Never been a softy but I can't help but adore the romantic environment mixed with his gentle hold.

His touches become a bit more enthusiastic as I turn to his chest. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down to feel more of him. His hands wander to the small of my back before he gropes at my rear. I sigh, breaking the kiss. He wastes no time trailing his lips down my cheek to my neck, licking the flesh before sucking to leave a mark.

"fuck," I arch my chest into his. My nipples harden under my shirt, scratching against the fabric with every inhale. His fingers knead my cheeks with an excited growl. Before I can think straight I find myself on my back in the grass. He towers over me, his face still buried to my neck. I sit in for the ride, carding my fingers through his hair before pulling a fistful back. He grunts as he rests his forehead to my shoulder, taking a moment before sitting up.

He sits upon his knees, watching me through lidded eyes. He trails them down my body, paying particularly long glances at my chest. Once he looks down at my hips he licks his lips. He splits my thighs so he can settle between them, holding my legs high on his waist. He yanks me closer, laughing as I yelp in surprise.

"eager aren't we," I chuckle. His large hands glide down my legs to palm my hips and thighs with unrestrained vigor.

"I have wanted you all week, pity my self-control because I have none now that you are in my arms," he huffs as he reaches up to begin unlacing my shirt. Fiddling with the thin laces with his large fingers. Losing patience he grabs the barely parted fabric and rips it down the middle. Mine now uncovered breast jiggle with the force.

"very eager," I mumble in wonder. He hums in agreement as he gingerly gropes. Squeezing and massaging the globes with affection. Bringing his mouth down he takes a nipple to his tongue, licking and sucking the harden peak with a groan that matches my own. My cunt throbs with need as he pulls my teat with his teeth. I pet along his head while he leaves hickies along my chest, marking me with pride.

His kisses trail down towards my navel, stopping at the hem of my pants. His chest rumbles with an excited hum, pressing a kiss to my crotch before he curls his fingers into the clothing. Slowly, as if unwrapping a present, he drags down my bottoms with a grin I have no excuse but to adore. Seeing him smile more today than I have since I meet him is comforting. Once my untrimmed cunt is in full view he waste no more time ripping my pants off, discarding the clothing without care.

"This belongs to me now," he grunts as he cups my crotch. I buck against his palm, not being able to resist the pressure he holds against me. My slick coats his fingertips as he slides his middle between my lips. Then dragging them up to the little nub, gently circling it as he watches me. I try to hold my hips down, not grinding them into him with abandon just yet. Just enjoy the moment before it reaches out of my control. I huff as he strokes me faster, enjoying my panting breath and sighs. He leans down to kiss me as he presses two fingers inside. I groan into the kiss, shoving my tongue into his mouth as he thrust in and out. Curling his fingers as he leaves before pushing back in, trying to press his palm to my clit as he does.

I fall back against the dirt, parting from his lips to breathe properly. "Fuck," I grunt as the heel of his hand grinds against me. I buck into his finger as I groan into the night. I feel his cock through his pants, slightly humping my thigh as he watches me. I moan and curse as his fingers work their magic. I cry out as the pleasure starts to crescendo. Wildly meeting each thrust with a shout. As soon as I reach my peak my body stiffens, stopping my flailing with a choked gasp. He helps me ride out my climax with a quick short thrust of his fingers, laughing when I let out a long 'fuck'. As I relax he removes his hand, bringing his fingers to his lips to lick clean.

"Better than your ale," he hums as he licks the juices off his palm. A tremor runs down my spine, making my stomach clench as I watch him. Nearly falling apart again as his licks himself clean.

"Too bad we don't sell this at the bar, imagine I'd be seeing you more often," I joke.

"I prefer my own private reserve," he growls with a sexy grin. I snort, chuckling as I give him a once over. My eyes trail down to his shirt, finally noticing his way too clothed body. That has to be remedied immediately.

"shirt," I reach up and tug on the bottom," off." He chuckles before grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling up. I bite my lip with delighted glee as his stomach is revealed. The slight pooch with the trail of hair guiding down into his laced pants. I continue to watch as his broad and powerful chest comes into view, his chest hair thick and wavy. I sit up and pet over his pec as he discards his shirt. I feel his heartbeat under his warm dark skin, beating strong against my palm. I lightly trail my nails down to his nipple, flicking the nub with my thumb as I pass. His hot breath brushes over my arm but he makes no other moves as I explore.

I sit up completely, pulling my legs back from around his. I run my fingers down to his happy trail, slowing my pace to a crawl when I near his pants. I look at the tent, stuck between wanting to tease and wanting to grab him now. I look up at his handsome face, smirking at his parted lips. Keeping our eyes locked I unlace his pants, grinning when he sighs with the slack. I reach in and curl my fingers around his shaft, licking my lips as I do.

I give him a soft squeeze," this is mine now," I throw his words back at him. We both grin like idiots but his turns lustful as I pull him out his pants. I drop my eyes to his impressive length, little intimidated by his width. I pull his foreskin back, getting a better look at his leaking tip. He is a big man, though he is smaller than other orcs in height his cock makes up for it in full. If I'm being honest, I'm not sure how well he is going to fit in me.

Noticing my trepidation he rest his finger below my chin, lifting till our eyes meet. "You alright," he asks with furrowed brows.

"y-yea, I'm good," I try to convince," just… you are very big." I rub my thumb over him, catching some of his pre on my finger. His stomach tenses.

"it will fit," he answers confidently. I look between his eyes, doing my best to put on a brave front.

"Are you sure," I ask as I glance down.

He lifts my head again," I will not hurt you." he holds my gaze, solidifying his confidence and truth. I smile sweetly up to him. I trust him.

"Then what are we waiting for," I grin. I lean down and kiss the tip of his cock," going to give me the ride of my life, I'm sure." he groans, his head falling to his shoulder. I don't bother with any more foreplay, falling onto my back and curling my feet to the hem of his pants. I push it down to his knees with my toes, watching him with a devilish stare.

"Bless is me," he mumbles. He falls to his hands and kicks off his pants before leaning in for a kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck as our lips meld together. He pets along my sides and down to my hips with one hand, keep himself balanced with the other. As his tongue licks along my front teeth he pulls my body closer to his. I feel his hot cock poke against the cleft of my thigh. I gasp as the sudden feeling, his tongue intruding more as I do. His hips adjust so he can settle himself between my lips. He nudges forward, grinding his cock into my folds.

"big boy indeed," I chuckle before delving my tongue into his mouth. Azhug thrust along me, his tip sliding smoothly over my clit. We buck into each other, almost lost in the experience. We gasp and groan between kisses, groping and petting along each other's bodies.

"Please," I whimper without thought, "please." he huffs as he rests his forehead to my shoulder, looking between our bodies. I watch with him as he grabs his cock and presses his tip to my entrance. The fear and anticipation battling inside me as he shoves forward. His tip alone feels like a tight fit, his huffing and groans agree with me. I breathe deep at the stuffing feeling, my hips rising to alleviate the sting. He presses on, inch by inch burying himself inside me.

"Fuck," he cries as he turns his head to kiss my neck. His tusks scratching under my jaw. He continues on slowly, nibbling, and licking me as he fills me to the brim. I try to remain relaxed, clawing at his shoulders and pulling his hair. He is a big boy. The stretching stings but I wouldn't say it hurts. A strange feeling almost comparable to my first time with a man. The strange stuffing mixed with the sharp aches of being stretched for the first time. His hard breaths and caring kisses hold back any pain, making the feeling almost desired.

With a large sigh, he bottoms out. His balls rest against my ass and his chest settles against mine. He waits with controlled breaths. I pet his back, relaxing as I listen to him. My tender breast brush against his chest, I feel his warm exhales tickle the hairs near my ear, my clit aches with need as I'm stretched over him. I buck against him when the need peaks for a moment. He chokes on a gasp. I undulate my hips, feeling the all too familiar pleasure.

I tilt my head towards his and lick along his ear," move for me." he doesn't need to be told twice. He pulls out before bucking back in sharply. I choke on a cry, closing my eyes as he thrusts into me. Finding his tempo I follow his with my own. I meet every clap of our hips with a grind of my own. Squeeze him as he leaves then crying as he enters.

He rests upon his hand and watches me, his other holding my hip. His eyes are lidded and his mouth opens with heavy breaths. His body jumps with each hard thrust of his cock. I get lost in his eyes but can't ignore the beautiful grind of him inside me. I cry out to him, whimpering and moaning. He smiles that alluring smile before he sweeps his hand from around my waist to where we meet. He slams into me harder, all too happy to watch my eyes clench up in pleasure. His finger finds and circles my clit, bringing everything to a new high.

"Az-Azhug, Fuck," I cry," please." he chuckles, continuing his strumming. I pull taut like a bowstring as I reach my peak. My head slaps back into the dirt as my back arches. My insides clench around him as I cry out. His smile falters as does his hips. He falls onto his forearm as his pleasured moans meet my own. I grip his arms firmly, my nails digging into his skin. I scream his name as he groans mine.

As I ride the waves I feel him stutter," Emma." he bucks in wild short bursts before stilling as I feel him release his hot load. The warmth feeling divine accompanied with his drawn-out grunts and groans. I come back to myself to watch him fall from his high. I pet up to his arms and to his back. He tilts sideways, pulling me with him. We fall to our side, him bringing me close with safe arms.

"Doing alright," I ask as I pet his chest. His eyes are closed and his lips parted. He is still trying to catch his breath. He bucks his hips once more before he pulls out. Our combined fluids dribble onto my thigh with a tickling sort of feeling.

"I need a moment," he answers. I chuckle before cuddling into his side. He wraps his arms around me more snugly, resting my head under his with a content hum.

We sit there in the dirt for a while, just holding each other and relishing in the post-sex glow. Soon we settle on our backs and look at the full sky. The time allowing the stars to come out to give us a beautiful view. He pets my shoulder with his thumb as I give a quick kiss to his chest. we both try to fight sleep.

I at some point I fall asleep in his arms during the night, not waking till sometime later when he lays me in a bed. I look around confused at the new environment. Seeing a wardrobe and a large chair in the room.

"Go back to sleep," I hear Azhug grumble from behind me. I turn in his hold and look up at his closed eyes.

"where are we," I mumble as I too shut my eyes.

"My place," he softly answers. I hum before falling asleep with him. Safe in my mate's arms to begin the rest of our lives together.

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The city of Lakes: Nainital

Situated in the outer foothills of the outer Himalayas is Nainital. Nainital is a popular hill spot among tourists. Situated at the height of 2084 m the hills station sits on beautiful Kumaon Hills in the state of Uttarakhand. This hill station is named after the Naini Lake, the most famous tourist spot on which Nainital is named after. While this lake is famous for the beauty and its serenity you can find some great hotels in Nainital near lake if you are planning at stay a Nainital near this lake.

Nainital is founded during the times of British rule. The Lake resembled the place in Britain called as the Cumbrian Lake District, this place has structures that resemble that elegantly the colonial history of the British. The structures and places in Nainital will surely mesmerize you with the most beautiful architecture that will surely remind you of the true colonial era.

As you enjoy the beautiful architecture the three lakes in the city makes it really chilly in winters for temperatures dropping till 1° C and the hottest month is July where temperatures reach to 16° C. Some resorts in Nainital are designed with full comfort to accommodate these high and low temperatures and provide a true elegant experience of comfort and pure luxury.

The Nainital Lake is a body of freshwater that sits in either a kidney or a crescent shape in the Kumaon Hills that are filled with beautiful lush green mountains. This lake is the most mesmerizing and a beauty that is truly scenic and beautiful and can be turned a true hotspot for family picnics by the side of the lake.

While the lake is beautiful and serene the Tiffin Top will provide a sense of true views of the whole Nainital. This place is also called as Dorothy seat. This place is a great spot for picnics while enjoying the view of the markets and lake from the top. There are many adventure sports that are performed on this hill point. This stop is also called as Dorethy Seat as this spot was built to commemorate the English artist by the name of Dorothy Kellett. This is constructed by Col J.P. Kellett.

From the tiffin point, you can also go to Naina Peak at 2615 m is a trek that is most challenging. From this peak, you can check you can see the Nandi Devi Peak and Tibet Park.

Moving out of Nainital is Pangot just 15 Km away from the city of lakes. The Pangot village comes under the district of Nainital. This village is famous for the exotic life of birds that lives in this area. This place becomes the photography hub in the harsh winter seasons when many exotic species of bird’s flock during the winter season. This village is considered as a remote Himalayan village which is surely a treat for explorers who want to explore hill stations without the crowd. Just 80 Km from the Pangot village is Corbett National Park that is a place for true wildness exploration. Different types of exotic birds like Himalayan Griffon, Spotted & Slaty-backed Forktail, Khalij pheasant and many others. You can also spot animals like Sambhar, Yellow-throated Himalayan Marten, Leopard Cat, Himalayan Goral, Red Fox, Wild Bear.  The vegetation of the area includes Pine, Rhododendron and Oak.

Leaving Pangot and coming to another beautiful hill station from Nainital called as Jeolikite that beams with the beauty of life and colours. This place is famous for butterflies and floriculture. People who want to explore the true beauty of the hills go to Jeolikite as this hill station is truly untouched by the tourists coming to Nainital, Jim Corbett and Mukteshwar. This hill station is also considered as a great place for meditation and a perfect location for healing and solitude.

Located on NH 87 this place is a favourite spot for poets and people who love nature. People visit this place for their enchanting beauty and perfection of the beauty that this place provides. This place is filled with the lush greenery, enchanting beauty and main views of the Himalayas. This place is the best for meditation and some renowned meditators like Swami Vivekanand and Sri Aurobindo are the main meditators who meditated in the beautiful environment of Jeolikote.

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On The Cams Today - 10/08/19

Saturday 10th August - MAINLINE CAMS

ALTRINCHAM CAM

BARKING CAMS

BEATTOCK CAM

BEDFORD CAM

01:05 - Network Rail NMT test train - 1Qxx Derby R.t.c to St Pancras London

04:22 - Network Rail NMT test train - 1Qxx St Pancras London to Derby R.t.c

06:00 - Colas Rail diesel hauled Network Rail test train - 3Qxx/3Zxx Colchester Reception Line to Derby R.t.c

12:11 - East Midlands Trains HST - 1Z25 East Midlands Trains Staff Charter (TBC) Leeds to Derby

BOLTON LE SANDS CAM (freightmaster.net)

10:42 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan - 1Z86 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Euston London to Carlisle

12:48 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan light engine move - 0Z87 Down & Up Goods Loop to Preston

19:34 - West Coast Railways steam pool loco + support coach - 5Z87 Preston to Steamtown Railway Museum

BUSHBURY JUNCTION CAM

00:43 - Colas Rail diesel hauled Network Rail test train - 3Q17 Crewe C.s. (l&nwr Site) to Derby R.t.c

05:03 - Colas Rail diesel hauled Network Rail test train - 3Q17 Crewe C.s. (l&nwr Site) to Derby R.t.c

06:47 - Colas Rail diesel hauled Network Rail test train - 3Q17 Crewe C.s. (l&nwr Site) to Derby R.t.c

21:09 - Direct Rail Services Class 68(s) - 1Zxx The Retro Blackpool Belle (Retro Railtours) Blackpool North to Banbury

CAMDEN JUNCTION CAM 1 (Euston/WCML)

06:26 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan light engine move - 0Z86 Engineering Students to Euston London

06:43 - West Coast Railways diesel hauled ECS move - 5Z86 Southall Wcr to Euston London

07:13 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan - 1Z86 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Euston London to Carlisle

07:22 - Caledonian Sleeper Class 92 light engine move - 0M11 Wembley Inter City Depot to London Euston

08:41 - Caledonian Sleeper Class 92 hauled ECS move - (MK5 Stock) - 5M11 London Euston to Wembley Inter City Depot

09:41 - Caledonian Sleeper Electric hauled ECS move (Classic Stock) - 5M16 London Euston to Wembley Inter City Depot

22:23 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan - 1Z87 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Carlisle to Euston London

22:49 - West Coast Railways diesel hauled ECS move - 5Z88  Euston London to Southall Wcr

CAMDEN JUNCTION CAM 2 (Primrose Hill/Freight)

CLITHEROE CAM

17:07 - West Coast Railways steam pool loco - 1Z87 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Carlisle to Euston London

CRAMLINGTON CAM

04:50 - GB Railfreight light engine move (Diesel) - 0S20 Tyne Dock Import Terminal to Millerhill Shunt & Marshalling

10:17 - Locomotive Services Ltd Class 47s - 1Z94 Edinburgh Explorer Statesman (Statesman Rail) Derby to Edinburgh

17:34 - Locomotive Services Ltd Vlass 47s - 1Z96 Edinburgh Explorer Statesman (Statesman Rail) Edinburgh to Derby

CREWE CAM 1 (crewehc.org)

CREWE CAM 2 (crewehc.org)

01:41 - Colas Rail diesel hauled Network Rail test train - 1Qxx Crewe C.s. (l&nwr Site) to Derby R.t.c

01:51 - Colas Rail diesel hauled Network Rail test train - 1Qxx Crewe C.s. (l&nwr Site) to Derby R.t.c

08:41 - Direct Rail Services Class 68(s) - 1Zxx The Retro Blackpool Belle (Retro Railtours) Banbury to Blackpool North

09:39 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan - 1Z86 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Euston London to Carlisle

20:27 - Direct Rail Services Class 68(s) - 1Zxx The Retro Blackpool Belle (Retro Railtours) Blackpool North to Banbury

19:27 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan - 1Z87 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Carlisle to Euston London

CREWE CAM 3 (crewehc.org)

09:39 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan - 1Z86 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Euston London to Carlisle

19:27 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan - 1Z87 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Carlisle to Euston London

CREWE CAM 4 (crewehc.org)

09:42 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan - 1Z86 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Euston London to Carlisle

19:25 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan - 1Z87 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Carlisle to Euston London

DAGENHAM (BECONTREE) CAM

DAWLISH BEACH CAMS (dawlishbeach.com)

DONCASTER CAM (www.socotec.co.uk)

02:02 - GB Railfreight light engine move (Diesel) - 0D16 Immingham Mineral Quay Gbrf to Doncaster Down Decoy (gbrf)

07:39 - DB Cargo light engine move (Diesel) - 0D45 Wakefield Europort to Belmont Down Yard

11:23 - GB Railfreight light engine move (Diesel) - 0D67 Wrenthorpe Gbrf to Doncaster Down Decoy (gbrf)

FARINGTON JUNCTION CAM

10:23 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan - 1Z86 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Euston London to Carlisle

18:38 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan - 1Z87 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Carlisle to Euston London

FLITWICK CAM

01:10 - Network Rail NMT test train - 1Qxx Derby R.t.c to St Pancras London

04:17 - Network Rail NMT test train - 1Qxx St Pancras London to Derby R.t.c

05:50 - Colas Rail diesel hauled Network Rail test train - 3Qxx/3Zxx Colchester Reception Line to Derby R.t.c

12:17 - East Midlands Trains HST - 1Z25 East Midlands Trains Staff Charter (TBC) Leeds to Derby

GRATELEY CAM (facebook.com/grateleytrains/)

09:37 - 35028 Clan Line - 1Zxx The Atlantic Coast Express (UK Railtours) Waterloo Main to Exeter St Davids

20:15 - 35028 Clan Line - 1Zxx The Atlantic Coast Express (UK Railtours) Exeter St Davids to Waterloo Main

HORTON-IN-RIBBLESDALE CAM (foscl.org.uk) 

16:02 - West Coast Railways steam pool loco - 1Z87 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Carlisle to Euston London

KIRKBY STEPHEN CAM (foscl.org.uk)

15:28 - West Coast Railways steam pool loco - 1Z87 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Carlisle to Euston London

LEYLAND CAM

10:20 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan - 1Z86 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Euston London to Carlisle

18:44 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan - 1Z87 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Carlisle to Euston London

NEWBURY CAM (icn-ltd.com)

PETERBOROUGH CAM 1 (railworld.org.uk)

14:36 - East Midlands Trains HST - 1Z25 East Midlands Trains Staff Charter (TBC) Leeds to Derby

PETERBOROUGH CAM 2 (railworld.org.uk)

PORTSMOUTH CAM 

12:50 - West Coast Railways Class 37s & Colas Rail Class 37 tnt - 1Z74 Type 3 To The Sea (Branch Line Society) Crewe to Portsmouth Harbour

13:10 - West Coast Railways Class 37s & Colas Rail Class 37 tnt - 1Z75 The Cosham Completer (add On To Type 3 The The Sea Charter) (Branch Line Society) Portsmouth Harbour to Eastleigh

16:52 - West Coast Railways Class 37s & Colas Rail Class 37 tnt - 1Z76 The Cosham Completer (add On To Type 3 The The Sea Charter) (Branch Line Society) Eastleigh to Portsmouth Harbour

17:11 - West Coast Railways Class 37s & Colas Rail Class 37 tnt - 1Z77 Type 3 To The Sea (Branch Line Society) Portsmouth Harbour to Crewe

PRESTON CAM

10:33 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan - 1Z86 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Euston London to Carlisle

14:07 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan light engine move - 0Z87 Down & Up Goods Loop to Preston

18:31 - West Coast Railways steam pool loco + support coach - 5Z87 Preston to Steamtown Railway Museum

RIBBLEHEAD CAMS (foscl.org.uk)

15:56 - West Coast Railways steam pool loco - 1Z87 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Carlisle to Euston London

SANQUHAR CAM (sanquharstation.co.uk)

SHREWSBURY ABBEY FOREGATE CAM (beachifa.co.uk)

12:38 - West Coast Railways Class 47/57s - 1Z40 The Northern Belle (Northern Belle) Southampton Central to Shrewsbury (Station view ONLY)

17:30 - West Coast Railways Class 47/57s - 1Z42 The Northern Belle (Northern Belle) Shrewsbury to Southampton Central

SLOUGH CAMS

11:00 - West Coast Railways light engine move (Diesel) - 0Z25 Southall Wcr to Brml Hq

11:34 - 6233 Duchess of Sutherland or 60009 Union of South Africa + support coach - 5Z24 Southall Wcr to Bristol St.philips Marsh

ST BEES CAM

THANKERTON CAM

TODMORDEN CAM

10:53 - Direct Rail Services Class 68(s) - 1Zxx The Retro Blackpool Belle (Retro Railtours) Banbury to Blackpool North

18:24 - Direct Rail Services Class 68(s) - 1Zxx The Retro Blackpool Belle (Retro Railtours) Blackpool North to Banbury

UPHALL CAM

WATFORD CAM

06:05 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan light engine move - 0Z86 Engineering Students to Euston London

07:24 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan - 1Z86 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Euston London to Carlisle

09:03 - West Coast Railways Class 37s & Colas Rail Class 37 tnt - 1Z74 Type 3 To The Sea (Branch Line Society) Crewe to Portsmouth Harbour

12:31 - Direct Rail Services light engine move (Diesel) - 0K69 Wembley Lmd to M&ee Wagon Shop

22:06 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan - 1Z87 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Carlisle to Euston London

YORK NORTH (SKELTON JN) CAMS

08:15 - Locomotive Services Ltd Class 47s - 1Z94 Edinburgh Explorer Statesman (Statesman Rail) Derby to Edinburgh

19:11 - Locomotive Services Ltd Vlass 47s - 1Z96 Edinburgh Explorer Statesman (Statesman Rail) Edinburgh to Derby

YORK ROC CAM 1 (Station) (networkrail.co.uk)

08:07 - Locomotive Services Ltd Class 47s - 1Z94 Edinburgh Explorer Statesman (Statesman Rail) Derby to Edinburgh

19:17 - Locomotive Services Ltd Vlass 47s - 1Z96 Edinburgh Explorer Statesman (Statesman Rail) Edinburgh to Derby

YORK ROC CAM 2 (Avoider) (networkrail.co.uk)

YORK SOUTH (HOLGATE JN) CAMS

08:05 - Locomotive Services Ltd Class 47s - 1Z94 Edinburgh Explorer Statesman (Statesman Rail) Derby to Edinburgh

16:46 - West Coast Railways diesel hauled ECS move - 5Z42 Steamtown Railway Museum to York Holgate (fhh)

19:19 - Locomotive Services Ltd Vlass 47s - 1Z96 Edinburgh Explorer Statesman (Statesman Rail) Edinburgh to Derby

There is no guarantee that the services listed above will run, at the time of posting these are believed to be correct.

Saturday 10th August - HERITAGE RAILWAY CAMS

LLANGOLLEN RAILWAY

(llangollen-railway.co.uk (stationholiday.co.uk)) 

Days out with Thomas

More information at https://www.llangollen-railway.co.uk/event/day-thomas-10th-12th-august-2018/

GLYNDYFRDWY CAM

Towards Corwen: 10:23, 11:25, 12:40, 13:40, 14:55 &16:10

Towards Llangollen: 11:25, 12:25, 13:40, 14:40, 15:55 & 17:09

NENE VALLEY RAILWAY

(nvr.org.uk) 

ORTON MERE CAM

Towards Peterborough: 10:40, 12:25, 14:15 & 15:55

Towards Wansford: 11:06, 12:51, 14:36 & 16:21

WANSFORD CAMS

Towards Peterborough: 10:20, 12:05, 13:50 & 15:35

Towards Wansford: 11:26, 13:11, 14:56 & 16:41

ROMNEY, HYTHE & DYMCHURCH RAILWAY

(rhdr.org.uk)

Home of the Railcam Rambler

DUNGENESS CAM

Departures: 10:15, 11:00, 11:45, 12:30, 13:15, 14:00, 14:45, 15:30, 16:15, 17:00 & 18:08

Arrivals: 10:07, 10:50, 11:35, 12:20, 13:05, 13:50, 14:35, 15:20, 16:05, 16:50 & 18:05

DYMCHURCH CAM

Towards Dungeness: 10:05, 10:50, 11:35, 12:20, 13:05, 13:50, 14:35, 15:20, 16:05, 16:45, 17:20, 18:05 & 18:35

Towards Hythe: 09:50, 10:30, 11:05, 11:50, 12:35, 13:20, 14:05, 14:50, 15:35, 16:20, 17:05 & 17:50

HYTHE CAM

Departures: 09:45, 10:30, 11:15, 12:00, 12:45, 13:30, 14:15, 15:00, 15:45, 16:25, 17:00, 17:45 & 18:20

Arrivals: 10:12, 10:52, 11:27, 12:12, 12:57, 13:42, 14:27, 15:12, 15:57, 16:42, 17:27 & 18:10

NEW ROMNEY CAMS

Towards Dungeness: 09:40, 10:23, 11:08, 11:53, 12:38, 13:23, 14:08, 14:53, 15:38, 16:23, 17:00* 17:38, 16:20* & 16:50*

Towards Hythe: 09:35, 10:15, 10:50, 11:35, 12:20, 13:05, 13:50, 14:35, 15:20, 16:05, 16:50, 17:35, 18:35*

* = Terminate here

ROMNEY SANDS CAM

Towards Dungeness: 09:50, 10:33, 11:18, 12:03, 12:48, 13:33, 14:18, 15:03, 15:48, 16:33 & 17:48

Towards Hythe: 10:33, 11:18, 12:03, 12:48, 13:33, 14:18, 15:03, 15:48, 16:33, 17:18 & 18:25

SOUTH DEVON RAILWAY 

(southdevonrailway.co.uk)

BUCKFASTLEIGH CAM

Departures: 10:45, 12:15, 14:15 & 15:45

Arrivals: 12:00, 13:30, 15:50 & 17:00

SPA VALLEY RAILWAY 

(spavalleyrailway.co.uk)

Steam Driver Experience

More information at https://www.spavalleyrailway.co.uk/product.php?xProd=101

GROOMBRIDGE CAM

Towards Eridge: 10:36, 11:36, 12:14, 13:06, 13:56, 14:46, 15:36 & 16:26

Towards Tunbridge Wells West: 11:30, 12:20, 13:10, 14:00, 14:50, 15:40, 16:30 & 17:15

SWANAGE RAILWAY

(swanagerailway.co.uk)

CORFE CASTLE CAM

Towards Norden: 10:20, 11:00, 11:40, 12:20, 13:00, 13:40, 14:20, 15:00, 15:40, 16:20,17:00, 17:40 & 18:20

Towards Swanage: 10:02, 10:42, 11:22, 12:02, 12:42, 13:22, 14:02, 14:42, 15:22, 16:02, 16:42, 17:22 & 18:20

SWANAGE CAM

Departures at: 10:00, 10:40, 11:20, 12:00, 12:40, 13:20, 14:00, 14:10, 15:20, 16:00, 16:40 & 18:00

Arrivals at: 10:24, 11:04, 11:44, 12:24, 13:04, 13:44, 14:24, 15:04, 15:44, 16:24, 17:04, 17:44 & 18:36

TALYLLYN RAILWAY

(talyllyn.co.uk) 

ABERGYNOLWYN CAM

Towards Nant Gwernol: 11:18, 12:28, 13:03, 14:13, 15:23, 15:58 & 17:25

Towards Tywyn Wharf:12:10, 13:20, 13:55, 15:05, 16:15, 16:50 & 17:50

TYWYN WHARF CAM

Departures at: 10:30, 11:40, 12:15, 13:25, 14:35, 15:10 & 16:20

Arrivals at: 12:57, 14:07, 14:47, 15:52, 17:02, 17:37 & 18:37

PENDRE YARD CAM

Cam showing the activity 'behind the scenes' in Pendre yard. The camera is looking west from near the loco shed.

WEST SOMERSET RAILWAY

(west-somerset-railway.co.uk)

BISHOPS LYDEARD CAM

Arrivals at: 11:30, 12:15, 13:50, 15:52, 16:50, 17:52 & 18:42

Departures at: 09:25, 10:15, 11:00, 12:40, 13:20, 14:40 & 16:20

BLUE ANCHOR CAM

Towards Minehead: 10:24, 11:19, 12:05, 13:44, 14:50, 15:45  & 17:44

Towards Bishops Lydeard: 10:22, 11:17, 12:47, 14:48, 15:47, 16:48 & 17:47

CROWCOMBE HEATHFIELD CAM

Towards Minehead: 09:38, 10:30, 11:20, 12:55, 13:42, 14:57 & 16:42

Towards Bishops Lydeard: 11:18, 12:03, 13:38, 15:40, 16:38, 17:40 & 18:31

MINEHEAD CAM

Arrivals at: 10:40, 11:35, 12:20, 14:00, 15:05, 16:00 & 18:00

Departures at: 10:05, 11:00, 12:30, 14:30, 15:25, 16:30 & 17:25

WILLITON CAMS

Towards Minehead: 09:55, 10:50, 11:40, 13:17, 14:18, 15:20 & 17:18

Towards Bishops Lydeard: 10:55, 11:42, 13:17, 15:18, 16:16, 17:18 & 18:12

There is no guarantee that the services listed above will run, at the time of posting these are believed to be correct.

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Cumbria’s ‘Spiritual Line’ is Ready to Move Visitors

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A group of Cumbrian-based heritage attractions is shining light on the uplifting religious and spiritual experiences it can offer within Cumbria’s two World Heritage Sites, by including a ‘Spiritual Line’ on what it is calling its ‘Heritage Cumberground’ map.

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Cumbria’s Living Heritage (www.cumbriaslivingheritage.co.uk) includes five uplifting stop-offs on its ‘Spiritual Line’ – Whinlatter and Grizedale forests, Swarthmoor Hall near Ulverston, Lanercost Priory near Carlisle and Furness Abbey, in the south-west of the county.

The Spiritual Line is one of 10 themed lines on its imaginary version of London’s underground designed to make it easier for visitors to identify what appeals to their interests and their personal requirements from an experience.

In selecting the five stop-offs, on its Spiritual Line, Cumbria’s Living Heritage is illuminating the ‘faith tourism’ possibilities within its 32-member network and defining faith tourism as both visits to religious sites and the spiritualism that many faith travellers seek when planning their itineraries. 

The latter encompasses meaning, mindfulness, relaxation and meditation, with a visit primarily providing a path towards achieving greater contentment and inner peace.  Cumbria’s Living Heritage is confident that it can offer all of these much sought-after states of being – and much more.

More information on the Spiritual Line stop-offs follow, whilst the Heritage Cumberground map can be downloaded at www.cumbriaslivingheritage.co.uk 

Exploring the Spiritual Line

The forests of Whinlatter and Grizedale offer calming peace and tranquillity, as well as the physical and mental benefits scientifically proven to be bestowed on those spending time under a forest canopy.  These include. immunity boosting, stress-busting and mood enhancement.

Whether it is at Whinlatter - England’s only mountain forest - or Grizedale, visitors can breathe in the invigorating forest scents and all the positive energy emitted by trees.  But there are also spectacular fell and lake views to enjoy, at various spirit-lifting viewpoints.  Both stunning Bassenthwaite and calming Derwentwater are visible from Whinlatter, enabling forest venturers to discover far more than just trees.

At Grizedale, they can also stumble upon spiritually uplifting sculptures by hugely talented contemporary artists, spending time pondering the meaning of some, appreciating the lines of others, such as the inspiring ‘Lady of the Water’, or being enriched by a view through a breathtaking sculpture like ‘17 Degrees South’, which both wows and stimulates the senses. 

Whilst revitalisation is possible 365 days a year, Grizedale is now offering other restorative experiences at certain times of year, including sky safaris for stargazers, Qigong sessions and forest bathing – all not-to-be-missed by those seeking a spiritual uplift.  Both forests are also perfect places to which to head for quiet contemplation and self-reflection, offering much to restore body and mind.

The same is also true of Grade II-listed Swarthmoor Hall – a house associated with spiritual renewal for more than three centuries. Despite this being the birthplace of the Quaker movement and the former home of Margaret Fell (later Fox) and the Quaker leader, George Fox, many non-Quakers head here each year to discover their own identities, tap into their creativity and develop a deeper sense of worth. There is something about the calming atmosphere at the house that appeals to all, whilst the Quaker way, focusing on equality and peace, is assuming more relevance than ever in today’s fractured society.

At Swarthmoor Hall, visitors can arrive for a day trip that involves an audio tour of the house, explaining how it would have been in the time of George Fox, when he stumbled across it in 1652 and made it his headquarters. Visitors can admire Judge Fell’s study, a collection of period furniture and Margaret Fell’s heavily carved bed, carrying the quilt that is being recreate, as a living quilt outside, through careful and considered replanting.   With this happening in the flower bed close to the charming and tranquil café, neither whiling away the hours there, nor enjoying moments of reflection in the garden, are wastes of time, but rather time well-spent recharging the soul.

Whilst visitors can compose their thoughts during just a short period of time at Swarthmoor Hall, those seeking more meaning in life can visit for a retreat, or to attend a religious or creative course.  Another mindfulness option is a Pilgrimage, on offer twice a year (in May and August), which involves visits to other Quaker sites and Meeting Houses within Cumbria and nearby counties.   It is also possible to design your own Pilgrimage itinerary, perhaps building in some of the plethora of walks on offer locally, which are great rekindlers of spirit. 

Swarthmoor Hall has 14 guest rooms for stays on a self-catering or B&B basis and also has a Shepherd’s Hut for those wishing to enjoy true solitude or added peace, with this being situated beside a tranquil wildflower meadow, with views over nearby hills and fields.  Unwinding by the wood-burner could possibly accelerate the benefits of downtime, away from the distractions of work and all the stresses of modern life.

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At Lanercost, the semi-ruined 13th century Augustinian monastery can speak to those seeking solace and peace, despite having had a turbulent past, due to its location on the Anglo-Scottish border close to Hadrian’s Wall.  The monastery’s appeal to King Edward I did nothing to ease tensions, resulting in unwelcome visits by Robert the Bruce and his brothers, as factions on both sides of the border warred almost continuously.

With its unusual (for Cumbria) dedication to Saint Mary Magdalene, to whom King Edward I expressed a particular devotion, leading him to gift the monastery the statue still seen to this day, there are century-long religious facets to explore, with prestigious royal links besides.   In fact, it was the King’s emotional attachment to Lanercost that probably saved it from ruin, as it led him to grant monies to the priory, to help it recover from the huge costs of having to host both King and court during a six-month period between 1306 and 1307.

Today, beautifully preserved cloisters are the perfect place in which to pray, whilst spirits can be raised through an appreciation of the dramatic tier of arches and the fine monuments to be found within the priory buildings.   Despite the Lanercost Priory Church being dissolved by Henry VIII, later restoration work has preserved it for visitors today, who cannot help but note the Lanercost Cross – an unusual medieval stone carrying an inscription from 1214 which notes various European rulers and religious leaders of the time. 

The tomb of Thomas Addison, scientist and physician, can be found at the priory, along with a memorial to Reverend Henry Whitehead, a pioneer in the field of cholera.  A collection of Roman altars can also be seen in the Cellerium, which formerly stored the priory’s food.  With three stained-glass windows designed by Edward Burne-Jones and a restored embroidered wall-hanging by William Morris, of Arts and Crafts movement fame, Lanercost is a honey-pot for both the traditional faith tourist and the spiritual tourist alike.

The same can be said for Furness Abbey, where the imagination can run riot when it comes to imagining this abbey at the time of its founding by Stephen, later to be King Stephen of England.  Nowadays, visitors can see much of the east end and west tower of the church, an ornately-decorated chapter house and the abbey’s cloisters. 

Our knowledge of the abbey’s past has been sharpened by the excavation of a crozier complete with crook, and an impressive gemstone ring, once worn by a monk, highlighting the wealth that this abbey once enjoyed. 

Its collection of rare effigies, often viewed as being remarkable, add to the drama of an abbey that was once the second richest Cistercian abbey in England, second only to Fountains Abbey.  Dating back to 1123, and made entirely from local sandstone, the gothic-style monastery is alluring in the extreme.  J M W Turner was moved to make etchings of it, whilst Wordsworth referenced it in his epic poem, The Prelude, and a young Teddy Roosevelt played in its ruins in 1869. 

Furness Abbey is also rich in ghost-lore – the White Lady, the headless monk on horseback, the monk on the staircase, and the squire’s daughter, all being part of local myth and legend.  Tales of an underground tunnel running to Piel Castle and Dalton Castle also abound, giving the 900-year-old site compelling heritage and a strong religious narrative that can leave faith tourists spellbound.

Head to Cumbria to discover these religious and spiritual havens for yourself and you should find whatever it is you wish to derive from your visit. With fresh mountain air all around, as well as splendid scenery and amazing views, there is something to inspire around every corner. 

To explore other thematics within Cumbrian heritage besides the Spiritual Line, just download the Heritage Cumberground map at www.cumbriaslivingheritage.co.uk  It could help change your view of the world.

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Day 288

Last day in the Lake District! Took an open-topped bus to explore a nearby village, finally had traditional Cumbrian sausage sandwich, and marvelled at the beauty of these mountains. Fabulous weekend!

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TOUCH: What outdoor activities do you enjoy doing out and why?

The experience of our mountain landscapes offers different delights throughout life. In childhood I enjoyed exploring and scrambling on my native fells. In youth and twenties I loved rock climbing, though I was never very good at it; in mature years my outings were less frequent but included other mountain ranges with steadier enjoyment. In old age my ambitions are more modest, but can still take in most Cumbrian fells. The enjoyment is no less, not ecstatic as in youth but “moving between the eternal mode and mine”.

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06:43 - West Coast Railways diesel hauled ECS move - 5Z86 Southall Wcr to Euston London

07:13 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan - 1Z86 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Euston London to Carlisle

07:22 - Caledonian Sleeper Class 92 light engine move - 0M11 Wembley Inter City Depot to London Euston

08:41 - Caledonian Sleeper Class 92 hauled ECS move - (MK5 Stock) - 5M11 London Euston to Wembley Inter City Depot

09:41 - Caledonian Sleeper Electric hauled ECS move (Classic Stock) - 5M16 London Euston to Wembley Inter City Depot

22:23 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan - 1Z87 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Carlisle to Euston London

22:49 - West Coast Railways diesel hauled ECS move - 5Z88  Euston London to Southall Wcr

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17:34 - Locomotive Services Ltd Vlass 47s - 1Z96 Edinburgh Explorer Statesman (Statesman Rail) Edinburgh to Derby

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01:41 - Colas Rail diesel hauled Network Rail test train - 1Qxx Crewe C.s. (l&nwr Site) to Derby R.t.c

01:51 - Colas Rail diesel hauled Network Rail test train - 1Qxx Crewe C.s. (l&nwr Site) to Derby R.t.c

08:41 - Direct Rail Services Class 68(s) - 1Zxx The Retro Blackpool Belle (Retro Railtours) Banbury to Blackpool North

09:39 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan - 1Z86 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Euston London to Carlisle

20:27 - Direct Rail Services Class 68(s) - 1Zxx The Retro Blackpool Belle (Retro Railtours) Blackpool North to Banbury

19:27 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan - 1Z87 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Carlisle to Euston London

CREWE CAM 3 (crewehc.org)

09:39 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan - 1Z86 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Euston London to Carlisle

19:27 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan - 1Z87 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Carlisle to Euston London

CREWE CAM 4 (crewehc.org)

09:42 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan - 1Z86 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Euston London to Carlisle

19:25 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan - 1Z87 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Carlisle to Euston London

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DAWLISH BEACH CAMS (dawlishbeach.com)

DONCASTER CAM (www.socotec.co.uk)

02:02 - GB Railfreight light engine move (Diesel) - 0D16 Immingham Mineral Quay Gbrf to Doncaster Down Decoy (gbrf)

07:39 - DB Cargo light engine move (Diesel) - 0D45 Wakefield Europort to Belmont Down Yard

11:23 - GB Railfreight light engine move (Diesel) - 0D67 Wrenthorpe Gbrf to Doncaster Down Decoy (gbrf)

FARINGTON JUNCTION CAM

10:23 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan - 1Z86 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Euston London to Carlisle

18:38 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan - 1Z87 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Carlisle to Euston London

FLITWICK CAM

01:10 - Network Rail NMT test train - 1Qxx Derby R.t.c to St Pancras London

04:17 - Network Rail NMT test train - 1Qxx St Pancras London to Derby R.t.c

05:50 - Colas Rail diesel hauled Network Rail test train - 3Qxx/3Zxx Colchester Reception Line to Derby R.t.c

12:17 - East Midlands Trains HST - 1Z25 East Midlands Trains Staff Charter (TBC) Leeds to Derby

GRATELEY CAM (facebook.com/grateleytrains/)

09:37 - 35028 Clan Line - 1Zxx The Atlantic Coast Express (UK Railtours) Waterloo Main to Exeter St Davids

20:15 - 35028 Clan Line - 1Zxx The Atlantic Coast Express (UK Railtours) Exeter St Davids to Waterloo Main

HORTON-IN-RIBBLESDALE CAM (foscl.org.uk) 

16:02 - West Coast Railways steam pool loco - 1Z87 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Carlisle to Euston London

KIRKBY STEPHEN CAM (foscl.org.uk)

15:28 - West Coast Railways steam pool loco - 1Z87 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Carlisle to Euston London

LEYLAND CAM

10:20 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan - 1Z86 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Euston London to Carlisle

18:44 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan - 1Z87 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Carlisle to Euston London

NEWBURY CAM (icn-ltd.com)

PETERBOROUGH CAM 1 (railworld.org.uk)

14:36 - East Midlands Trains HST - 1Z25 East Midlands Trains Staff Charter (TBC) Leeds to Derby

PETERBOROUGH CAM 2 (railworld.org.uk)

PORTSMOUTH CAM 

12:50 - West Coast Railways Class 37s & Colas Rail Class 37 tnt - 1Z74 Type 3 To The Sea (Branch Line Society) Crewe to Portsmouth Harbour

13:10 - West Coast Railways Class 37s & Colas Rail Class 37 tnt - 1Z75 The Cosham Completer (add On To Type 3 The The Sea Charter) (Branch Line Society) Portsmouth Harbour to Eastleigh

16:52 - West Coast Railways Class 37s & Colas Rail Class 37 tnt - 1Z76 The Cosham Completer (add On To Type 3 The The Sea Charter) (Branch Line Society) Eastleigh to Portsmouth Harbour

17:11 - West Coast Railways Class 37s & Colas Rail Class 37 tnt - 1Z77 Type 3 To The Sea (Branch Line Society) Portsmouth Harbour to Crewe

PRESTON CAM

10:33 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan - 1Z86 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Euston London to Carlisle

14:07 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan light engine move - 0Z87 Down & Up Goods Loop to Preston

18:31 - West Coast Railways steam pool loco + support coach - 5Z87 Preston to Steamtown Railway Museum

RIBBLEHEAD CAMS (foscl.org.uk)

15:56 - West Coast Railways steam pool loco - 1Z87 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Carlisle to Euston London

SANQUHAR CAM (sanquharstation.co.uk)

SHREWSBURY ABBEY FOREGATE CAM (beachifa.co.uk)

12:38 - West Coast Railways Class 47/57s - 1Z40 The Northern Belle (Northern Belle) Southampton Central to Shrewsbury (Station view ONLY)

17:30 - West Coast Railways Class 47/57s - 1Z42 The Northern Belle (Northern Belle) Shrewsbury to Southampton Central

SLOUGH CAMS

11:00 - West Coast Railways light engine move (Diesel) - 0Z25 Southall Wcr to Brml Hq

11:34 - 6233 Duchess of Sutherland or 60009 Union of South Africa + support coach - 5Z24 Southall Wcr to Bristol St.philips Marsh

ST BEES CAM

THANKERTON CAM

TODMORDEN CAM

10:53 - Direct Rail Services Class 68(s) - 1Zxx The Retro Blackpool Belle (Retro Railtours) Banbury to Blackpool North

18:24 - Direct Rail Services Class 68(s) - 1Zxx The Retro Blackpool Belle (Retro Railtours) Blackpool North to Banbury

UPHALL CAM

WATFORD CAM

06:05 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan light engine move - 0Z86 Engineering Students to Euston London

07:24 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan - 1Z86 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Euston London to Carlisle

09:03 - West Coast Railways Class 37s & Colas Rail Class 37 tnt - 1Z74 Type 3 To The Sea (Branch Line Society) Crewe to Portsmouth Harbour

12:31 - Direct Rail Services light engine move (Diesel) - 0K69 Wembley Lmd to M&ee Wagon Shop

22:06 - 86259/E3137 Les Ross/Peter Pan - 1Z87 The Cumbrian Mountain Express (Railway Touring Company) Carlisle to Euston London

YORK NORTH (SKELTON JN) CAMS

08:15 - Locomotive Services Ltd Class 47s - 1Z94 Edinburgh Explorer Statesman (Statesman Rail) Derby to Edinburgh

19:11 - Locomotive Services Ltd Vlass 47s - 1Z96 Edinburgh Explorer Statesman (Statesman Rail) Edinburgh to Derby

YORK ROC CAM 1 (Station) (networkrail.co.uk)

08:07 - Locomotive Services Ltd Class 47s - 1Z94 Edinburgh Explorer Statesman (Statesman Rail) Derby to Edinburgh

19:17 - Locomotive Services Ltd Vlass 47s - 1Z96 Edinburgh Explorer Statesman (Statesman Rail) Edinburgh to Derby

YORK ROC CAM 2 (Avoider) (networkrail.co.uk)

YORK SOUTH (HOLGATE JN) CAMS

08:05 - Locomotive Services Ltd Class 47s - 1Z94 Edinburgh Explorer Statesman (Statesman Rail) Derby to Edinburgh

16:46 - West Coast Railways diesel hauled ECS move - 5Z42 Steamtown Railway Museum to York Holgate (fhh)

19:19 - Locomotive Services Ltd Vlass 47s - 1Z96 Edinburgh Explorer Statesman (Statesman Rail) Edinburgh to Derby

There is no guarantee that the services listed above will run, at the time of posting these are believed to be correct.

Saturday 10th August - HERITAGE RAILWAY CAMS

LLANGOLLEN RAILWAY

(llangollen-railway.co.uk (stationholiday.co.uk)) 

Days out with Thomas

More information at https://www.llangollen-railway.co.uk/event/day-thomas-10th-12th-august-2018/

GLYNDYFRDWY CAM

Towards Corwen: 10:23, 11:25, 12:40, 13:40, 14:55 &16:10

Towards Llangollen: 11:25, 12:25, 13:40, 14:40, 15:55 & 17:09

NENE VALLEY RAILWAY

(nvr.org.uk) 

ORTON MERE CAM

Towards Peterborough: 10:40, 12:25, 14:15 & 15:55

Towards Wansford: 11:06, 12:51, 14:36 & 16:21

WANSFORD CAMS

Towards Peterborough: 10:20, 12:05, 13:50 & 15:35

Towards Wansford: 11:26, 13:11, 14:56 & 16:41

ROMNEY, HYTHE & DYMCHURCH RAILWAY

(rhdr.org.uk)

Home of the Railcam Rambler

DUNGENESS CAM

Departures: 10:15, 11:00, 11:45, 12:30, 13:15, 14:00, 14:45, 15:30, 16:15, 17:00 & 18:08

Arrivals: 10:07, 10:50, 11:35, 12:20, 13:05, 13:50, 14:35, 15:20, 16:05, 16:50 & 18:05

DYMCHURCH CAM

Towards Dungeness: 10:05, 10:50, 11:35, 12:20, 13:05, 13:50, 14:35, 15:20, 16:05, 16:45, 17:20, 18:05 & 18:35

Towards Hythe: 09:50, 10:30, 11:05, 11:50, 12:35, 13:20, 14:05, 14:50, 15:35, 16:20, 17:05 & 17:50

HYTHE CAM

Departures: 09:45, 10:30, 11:15, 12:00, 12:45, 13:30, 14:15, 15:00, 15:45, 16:25, 17:00, 17:45 & 18:20

Arrivals: 10:12, 10:52, 11:27, 12:12, 12:57, 13:42, 14:27, 15:12, 15:57, 16:42, 17:27 & 18:10

NEW ROMNEY CAMS

Towards Dungeness: 09:40, 10:23, 11:08, 11:53, 12:38, 13:23, 14:08, 14:53, 15:38, 16:23, 17:00* 17:38, 16:20* & 16:50*

Towards Hythe: 09:35, 10:15, 10:50, 11:35, 12:20, 13:05, 13:50, 14:35, 15:20, 16:05, 16:50, 17:35, 18:35*

* = Terminate here

ROMNEY SANDS CAM

Towards Dungeness: 09:50, 10:33, 11:18, 12:03, 12:48, 13:33, 14:18, 15:03, 15:48, 16:33 & 17:48

Towards Hythe: 10:33, 11:18, 12:03, 12:48, 13:33, 14:18, 15:03, 15:48, 16:33, 17:18 & 18:25

SOUTH DEVON RAILWAY 

(southdevonrailway.co.uk)

BUCKFASTLEIGH CAM

Departures: 10:45, 12:15, 14:15 & 15:45

Arrivals: 12:00, 13:30, 15:50 & 17:00

SPA VALLEY RAILWAY 

(spavalleyrailway.co.uk)

Steam Driver Experience

More information at https://www.spavalleyrailway.co.uk/product.php?xProd=101

GROOMBRIDGE CAM

Towards Eridge: 10:36, 11:36, 12:14, 13:06, 13:56, 14:46, 15:36 & 16:26

Towards Tunbridge Wells West: 11:30, 12:20, 13:10, 14:00, 14:50, 15:40, 16:30 & 17:15

SWANAGE RAILWAY

(swanagerailway.co.uk)

CORFE CASTLE CAM

Towards Norden: 10:20, 11:00, 11:40, 12:20, 13:00, 13:40, 14:20, 15:00, 15:40, 16:20,17:00, 17:40 & 18:20

Towards Swanage: 10:02, 10:42, 11:22, 12:02, 12:42, 13:22, 14:02, 14:42, 15:22, 16:02, 16:42, 17:22 & 18:20

SWANAGE CAM

Departures at: 10:00, 10:40, 11:20, 12:00, 12:40, 13:20, 14:00, 14:10, 15:20, 16:00, 16:40 & 18:00

Arrivals at: 10:24, 11:04, 11:44, 12:24, 13:04, 13:44, 14:24, 15:04, 15:44, 16:24, 17:04, 17:44 & 18:36

TALYLLYN RAILWAY

(talyllyn.co.uk) 

ABERGYNOLWYN CAM

Towards Nant Gwernol: 11:18, 12:28, 13:03, 14:13, 15:23, 15:58 & 17:25

Towards Tywyn Wharf:12:10, 13:20, 13:55, 15:05, 16:15, 16:50 & 17:50

TYWYN WHARF CAM

Departures at: 10:30, 11:40, 12:15, 13:25, 14:35, 15:10 & 16:20

Arrivals at: 12:57, 14:07, 14:47, 15:52, 17:02, 17:37 & 18:37

PENDRE YARD CAM

Cam showing the activity 'behind the scenes' in Pendre yard. The camera is looking west from near the loco shed.

WEST SOMERSET RAILWAY

(west-somerset-railway.co.uk)

BISHOPS LYDEARD CAM

Arrivals at: 11:30, 12:15, 13:50, 15:52, 16:50, 17:52 & 18:42

Departures at: 09:25, 10:15, 11:00, 12:40, 13:20, 14:40 & 16:20

BLUE ANCHOR CAM

Towards Minehead: 10:24, 11:19, 12:05, 13:44, 14:50, 15:45  & 17:44

Towards Bishops Lydeard: 10:22, 11:17, 12:47, 14:48, 15:47, 16:48 & 17:47

CROWCOMBE HEATHFIELD CAM

Towards Minehead: 09:38, 10:30, 11:20, 12:55, 13:42, 14:57 & 16:42

Towards Bishops Lydeard: 11:18, 12:03, 13:38, 15:40, 16:38, 17:40 & 18:31

MINEHEAD CAM

Arrivals at: 10:40, 11:35, 12:20, 14:00, 15:05, 16:00 & 18:00

Departures at: 10:05, 11:00, 12:30, 14:30, 15:25, 16:30 & 17:25

WILLITON CAMS

Towards Minehead: 09:55, 10:50, 11:40, 13:17, 14:18, 15:20 & 17:18

Towards Bishops Lydeard: 10:55, 11:42, 13:17, 15:18, 16:16, 17:18 & 18:12

There is no guarantee that the services listed above will run, at the time of posting these are believed to be correct.