A Toton Sidings Sunday

26 Apr

A passenger train approaches Toton in 1957 and a coal train can be seen on another line

From Nottinghamshire Live, August 4, 2018:

The Government has confirmed that Toton Sidings, one of the largest rail depots in the UK, will be  part of the new HS2 high-speed rail network.

Toton Sidings are closely linked to the coal industry. East Midlands coal owners seized the opportunities created by the Midland Railway. Steam locomotives were faster than canal barges to carry coal for industry and the domestic market.

With the need to marshal coal traffic, the yards were built in 1856 when Toton was a tiny village. Local historian David Copeland has many boyhood memories.

“With the railway centres of Nottingham and Derby on my doorstep, along with Toton Sidings, it was an ideal place for a train enthusiast.”

I empathise. As a lad I’d have spent time there too had Toton Sidings been my home turf. In the year of that photo, and a good few to come, the boy adventurer had only a watchman – “watch thissen: t’bloke’s coming!” – to contend with. To a trainspotter or urban thrill seeking child, the pull of a railway goods yard was like a magnet to iron filings.

Nowadays it’s different.

Both Toton Sidings and the car breakers yards which hug its eastern perimeter – on grimy lanes of potholed neglect that peter out into cinder track edged by the hawthorne, birch and rosebay willow herb of wasteland reclaimed by nature – are fortified in ways unknown to Fifties Boy. I look back to a time when a loose paling, hidden by a bush and known only to the cognoscenti, could be leveraged by the wiry. When a wall topped by broken glass in gobs of cement was no deterrent to the intrepid, and CCTV the stuff of science fiction.

Like I said, nowadays it’s different.

Not to worry. My interests are not the same either. Ditto my assets. As a kid I had no 7D Mark II, with L-series lens and extender to give a reach of over 600mm. Add to this the fact, related last week in Walking the Erewash, that the terrain immediately east of these sidings rises sharply:

… to the birch uplands of industries gone. From hills of impoverished soil we gazed down over concrete and barbed wire, on the ghosts of Railways Past … on the ​cracked hulks of locomotive​s​ and rolling stock long ago shunted into this graveyard ​for the rusting ​by cloth capped men in oil streaked blue. Their spirits haunt these sidings of spent destiny …

On that day, with only my phone – good for many a decent snap but unsuited for this – I didn’t even bother. Today I’d be delighted to be allowed in to wander and click to my heart’s content from every angle, but I’m happy enough with these results from the ridge of a steep and grassy scramble a few yards from, and parallel to, that eastern perimeter fence.

From a bridge, north of the sidings where Sandiacre High Street (the B5010) crosses the railway lines on its way east then sharply north by north east to Stapleford, I snapped these.

Returning to the car I struck up a conversation with a woman my age, a local who confirmed my guess that safety reasons and that vexatious HS2 had caused a stepping up of security at Toton Sidings. A few lads had been killed over the years, she added. But it was what she offered next, apropos of nothing in particular, that got my attention.

Some twats on a balcony at Springfield Mills in Sandiacre – it’s been converted to flats – had a barbecue on Tuesday. The fire got out of control and gutted most of the top floor. A lot of residents lost everything. They’re being rehoused for now at the Nova Hotel.

She really did say ‘twats’. Twice in fact, which surprised me. Given her age and social class – as indicated by soft diction and use of words like ‘macabre’ – I’d have expected her to eschew the term on ground of its other, more anatomical use. Since I like the word – banned at Steel City House by a feminist resident – for its zap and alliterative ring, I warmed to her.

Not enough to detain me though. The other reason she got my attention is that I’d encountered and photographed the place for the first time just one day before the fire in question, featuring it in this image from my highly acclaimed, Walking the Erewash:

Running out of time I bid my informant hasty adieu and sped to the scene of conflagration. For that Monday image, mill front on blue sky, the phone had been fine. Now I needed my real kit:

I was moved sufficiently to pen this Ode to a Mill Fire:

Bit of a stretch, that, when no one was killed and my perusals of media reports have failed to corroborate my informant’s attribution of incendiary cause. But that’s poetic licence for you. Do you like my verse? I’m contemplating a short anthology.

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2 Replies to “A Toton Sidings Sunday

  1. As you know Phil I like an old train or two, especially in settings of industrial decline. Really good, evocative pics.

    As for access to such sites, you are right, these are yet more areas where the prying public can no longer go – although I suspect there are some compelling health and safety issues! I remember seeing a documentary about a group of teenage lads in the 50s who trespassed into disused gas works sidings every weekend, fired up a shunter and spent many happy hours steaming around. The response of the Authorities? to help them set up a charity through public subscription which resulted in a heritage railway centre. Don’t suppose that would happen today!

    • You can’t help feeling a tad nostalgia for the days before genuine H & S concerns – and, more tellingly, overhyped fears of ‘stranger danger’ molestation – curbed drastically the freedom of kids to roam and explore environments urban or rural. The consequences of that curtailment are incalculable. We hear a lot right now of the lockdown response to Covid-19 being a textbook case of remedy being worse than disease. I’m sympathetic to that view but fear both sides have dug in, giving a quasi religious feel to a debate we simply have neither the science nor the data to be sure either way.

      But on this matter – denial of children’s freedom to roam – I’m less agnostic. I think it a ‘solution’ far worse than its trageted ‘problem’.

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