Tuesday, 3 November 2026

NaBloPoMo 2026 - #03


I found myself thinking about Glenfinnan just now. It is a small hamlet on the A830 road between Fort William and Mallaig, famous for an arched railway viaduct. And that railway viaduct, constructed by "Concrete Bob" Macalpine, has rose to fame as it features in the Harry Potter franchise of movies. The villagers are driven to distraction by the hordes of people who descend on their little patch for the express purpose of watching a steam-train driving over the viaduct. Because that would be the Harry Potter train. Extensive carparking has been made available, but still, visitors park irresponsibly and walk along the road without due care and attention. It is a gripe that extends into Skye, not that far up the road, which is also the setting for various famous movies.

 
Although in the past you'd have to take a ferry to Skye, there has been a bridge to that island now for 30 years. I am certainly not opposed to tourism (I have helped out in the tourism industry for some years), but do feel it should be better managed. 


In the Outer Hebrides, you can't just hang a left at Ullapool, drive 50 miles and you're in Stornoway. You have to shell out at least £100 take a car on the Loch Seaforth (one way), sit on the ferry for the better part of three hours and hope the Minch is not too bumpy. Point I'm making: you have to actively want to come here. The campervans were many and varied again this summer, but they are mostly gone now. I noticed that the local hostel is now closed until next Easter - so we're in the down season. Time to regroup, rejuvenate, take stock - and prepare for next year. All welcome.  

Monday, 2 November 2026

NaBloPoMo 2026 - #02

Today is All Souls, the day we remember those who have gone on ahead. As the year declines through its penultimate month, it is a fitting time to remember. In just over a week, it will be Armistice Day, and I'll post about that separately. 

This day, in the year that saw me wandering around the north of Scotland, I took a ride out to Corrour Station. It lies 20 miles east of Fort William, and can only be reached by train or on foot. From there, it is a mile's walk to the youth hostel at Loch Ossian, a strange place of many memories. 

On this occasion, a stag had been lured into the hostel with biscuits. The pic dates from 1994. 
Male guests were invited to pee on the grass, and anyone who felt like it could swim in the loch behind the hostel in lieu of a bath. On my very first visit, in 1990, I met a man whose house had just burned down. It was called Lubnaclach, and stands about 2 miles southwest of Corrour Station. The shell is still visible from the train. 

People walk from Fort William to Corrour, a walk through the wilderness. I have not ventured much beyond the lower reaches of Glen Nevis, or to the edge of Loch Treig. 

Took this pic in May 1997

Sunday, 1 November 2026

NaBloPoMo 2026 - #01

 November has just arrived as I type this. The leaves are turning, mist alternates with storms. Daylight is shrinking from 5pm and temperatures are falling. Autumn is in its second full month. Over the next few weeks, we'll see a number of days of note. Guy Fawkes on Thursday, the Night of Broken Glass on the 9th - which is also the anniversary of the fall of the Berlin wall. 1989 only seems like yesterday, but is no less than 37 years ago. The calendar turns again beyond St Andrew's Day on the 30th - by which time we'll be headed for Christmas. For now, enjoy November - Movember - and I'll try to post each day. 

Wednesday, 21 October 2026

Aberfan - 60 years on

 


A clock.

Its hands pointing at a little after 9.13
This was in the morning
The morning of 21st October 1966

The clock looks a bit battered.
It looks grimey.
Encrusted with black soot... 

The clock stopped permanently at the above time, when it was engulfed in an avalance of coal dust, which had come crashing down from a 111 ft high spoil heap, outside the Welsh mining town of Aberfan.

The collapse claimed the lives of 116 children and 28 adults.
109 of the children were killed when their primary / elementary school was engulfed.

Lest we forget

Thursday, 8 October 2026

Blogoversary #22

 

A sunsplashed photograph of the village of Kyleakin in Skye, 75 miles south of Stornoway. It dates back 22 years, when I was based there for a week or so. Although I had set up a blog some ten days before, it was in Kyleakin that I commenced to blog my activities on a daily basis. 

The big building in the left of the picture was the Youth Hostel, since closed down and converted to residential accommodation. Google Streetview showed me the changes. 

On October 8th, 2004, I went on a hillwalk in southern Skye, to reach the beach of Camasunary. I post a photograph I took 12 days later.



Twenty-two years of blogging has seen me change blogs a few times. I first posted in Northern Trip, which I had to close after AOL ditched its blogging service in October 2008.

I wrote in Atlantic Lines for ten years, before opening A Cobbled Road in 2018. The change always appears to have happened in October, for some obscure reason.

Anyway, over the years I have encountered some great people through AOL, and what we came to call J-land (journals land). Since 2004, some seventy bloggers have passed away; they are remembered in Silent Keyboards - Jland Angels, originally set up by the late Jeannette Oatley. 

Apart from blogging about my own exploits, I have about 70 blogs on my account related to local history and other matters. I hope you have enjoyed reading thus far, and will stay with me for this journey. Here's to year 23.

Friday, 11 September 2026

9 / 11 - 25 years on

 

This tribute is published on the 25th anniversary of the terrorist attacks on New York, Washington and Pennsylvania on 11 September 2001, under the auspices of Project 2996.

Jeffrey Dwayne Collman

Image: Family photograph, via http://guy-at-judson.blogspot.com (site discontinued)


Source: Aurora Beacon News, Aurora IL 9-23-2001
Jeffrey Dwayne Collman, age 41, of Novato, California, formerly of Yorkville, IL, a flight attendant for American Airlines, died in the terrorist attack on the World Trade Center in New York City at 8:45a.m. on Tuesday, September 11, 2001.

Jeffrey was a 1977 graduate of Yorkville High School in Yorkville, IL. Jeff was formerly employed, for over 10 years, at All-Steel in Montgomery, IL. He had then worked, for a brief time, at Cedar Sinai Hospital in Los Angeles, California before attaining his dream of being a flight attendant with American Airlines. Jeffrey loved his job and traveling to other countries around the world. He also loved to play and watch tennis. Jeff was a true people person who enjoyed visiting with and getting to know others. He became a flight attendant in 1997. Two years later, Jeff received the American Professional Flight Attendant Award and was considered a spirited and dedicated flight attendant. He liked to entertain children on his flights, and he was fond of playing tennis and traveling, friends said.

He is survived by his parents, Dwayne and Kay Collman of Yorkville, IL and Beverly Sutton of North Aurora, IL; his close companion, Keith Bradkowski of Novato, Ca; his brothers, Charles Collman of Fort Meyers, FL and Brian Collman of Las Vegas, NV; his sister, Brenda Sorenson of Aurora, IL; his step-brothers, Steve (Linda) Gengler of Yorkville, IL and Chuck (Lakshmi) Gengler of South Orange, NJ; his step-sister, Susan Bohan of California; a god-child, Marlene Wakelin; his half-sisters, Laura Kries of Brooklyn Park, MN, Caroline Sutton of Joliet, IL and Vickie Michel of Aurora, IL; several nieces and nephews, many loving aunts, uncles, cousins and friends. Jeffrey will also be missed by 100 other flight attendants.

He is preceded in death by his grandparents and his brother, Mark Allen Collman.
A memorial service was held on Monday, October 1, 2001 at the Immanuel Lutheran Church in Yorkville, IL with Pastor John Leaf officiating.

Father’s thoughts
Dwayne Collman's imagination gets the best of him when he thinks about the final minutes of his son's life on American Airlines Flight 11. He's filled with horror thinking about what the 41-year-old flight attendant from Yorkville went through as terrorists with knives steered the plane into the first World Trade Center tower. Collman knows his son received safety training in flight school, but he doubts it ever could have prepared him for the challenges he would face on the morning of Sept. 11. The grieving father is sure of one thing about his son, though, even if the details about his death are not certain:
"He would have fought like hell."

Jeffrey Collman, an American Airlines flight attendant for five years who grew up in Yorkville, died Tuesday morning when his hijacked plane, destined for Los Angeles, crashed into New York's famous landmark at 8:45 a.m. Though his body has not been recovered, his parents knew he was gone when he didn't call within a few hours after the tragedy. He had sent his stepmother, Kay, an e-mail the night before, telling her he would be flying from Boston to Los Angeles the next morning.

"I knew he was in that accident because every time there was something going on with airplanes, he would call and say, 'Hey, I'm all right,' " said Kay Collman. "So I knew that, when he didn't call, he was on that plane."

His parents [...] say Jeffrey Collman wanted to be a flight attendant because he loved to travel and meet people around the world. After working for years at Allsteel in Montgomery, he moved to California about five years ago to pursue that dream. Lifelong friend Dolores Humphrey, who went to school with Jeffrey Collman at all grade levels in Yorkville, said she feared he was killed when she heard the news because he often flew early-week flights from Boston to Los Angeles.
She said Collman never lost contact with his friends, even though his job took him around the world.

"Every time he got into town, he would call anyone he knew to meet for breakfast," said Humphrey, who last talked to Collman [5 days before 9/11]. "He would talk for a couple hours, then have to go fly somewhere else."

His stepmother said Jeffrey was the type of person who could "sit down next to someone on a plane and walk away knowing their life story." His father said Jeffrey loved tennis and flew around the world to watch professionals play. Kay Collman says her stepson never went anywhere meekly, and he loved his job so much that she's sure he didn't back down in the face of terror. "He took it seriously," she said, "and he would not have let anyone walk on him."

Humphrey said Jeffrey talked of flying even when he was a child, and his dream came true when American Airlines gave him a job. He was never afraid to fly, she said, always asserting that he was safer in the air than anyone on the ground. Collman's parents have begun to realize how their son died, and that he will always be remembered as a victim on one of the saddest days ever in the United States.

"It's completely different than just someone dying," Kay Collman said. "We'll have the pictures forever. We'll always see where he died. It's part of history."

Seattle Times, 17 September 2001
His partner, Keith Bradkowski, said Collman was courageous and safety-conscious. "He was so focused on safety," Bradkowski said. "If there was a threat, he would have done anything in his power to prevent it." He didn't normally work the Boston-to-Los Angeles route but made an exception to get vacation time at the end of the month. Collman grew up in Yorkville, Ill., and besides Bradkowski left behind four brothers and a sister. (Seattle Times)

Further information: the fate of Flight 11.

Sources
https://afacwa.org/jeffrey-collman/
https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/5767989/jeffrey-dwayne-collman

and as attributed above.