Farewell, Wrexham & Shropshire trains

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Above: Wrexham & Shropshire staff pose for last-day photos at London Marylebone station

Today was a sad day. A rail company that was loved by its passengers closed, ending the short lived revival of train services from Wrexham to London. Wrexham & Shropshire achieved the best rail customer satisfaction ratings in Britain. But not enough people used the service to make it pay. 

We enjoyed seeing the Wrexham trains race through our local station in the days when Karen and I commuted to London. It was a nostalgic reminder of the days when expresses were hauled by locomotives (Wrexham & Shropshre used class 67 freight engines and sleek British Rail Mark 3 coaches, many still in 1970s blue & grey livery). I hoped to take Owen on the Wrexham train when he was a little older, but we won't get the chance now. 

We were always concerned that the coaches looked empty. Just a year after the service started, W&S ran a successful campaign against Virgin Trains, which threatened to launch a rival service, as I blogged in May 2009. W&S survived that threat, but the writing was on the wall. The Guardian's John Vidal reported that same month that the service was wonderful but slow. W&S was forbidden from calling at busy stations en route but had to crawl through them. But he waxed lyrically about the North Walian train crew and the lamb shank, veg and wine.

By chance, I was in London today and witnessed the sad scenes as W&S staff posed for photographers at Marylebone. I hope they find new jobs, as they will be a huge asset for any organisation that cares about its customers. As I write this, the very last train is on its way north to Wrexham. 

Here are some scenes from Wrexham & Shropshire's last day, including a mug they gave me at Marylebone!

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The tide is high in Richmond

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There's something magical about the rise and fall of the tide – especially on an urban river. It shows that nature still exerts a power over us. And it can catch people out. 

Today, I turned left rather than right out of the office car park in Richmond, Surrey. Within seconds, I realised that I'd have to think again. The tidal river Thames had reclaimed Water Lane, blocking the route round to Richmond Green from the waterfront. I couldn't resist getting out of the car to take this photo, especially as the sun was shining – a rare event in January 2011.

Richmond has long been one of my favourite places. I got to know the place in the late Sixties when we lived in nearby Whitton. (We regularly saw drivers in tears as they returned to find their parked cars under water after the tide came in.) Twenty years later, I spent a lot of time here when I moved back to London from Wales. And now I'm lucky enough to work in an office on the waterfront.  

In praise of the UK Identity & Passport Service

It's become unfashionable to praise Britain's public services. So it's a pleasure to celebrate the truly outstanding service I received from the Identity & Passport Service last week.

My passport was about to expire. I needed to get a replacement in time for a business trip at the beginning of February. But I couldn't find the old passport anywhere.

I called the Identity & Passport Service. I was told they were running a trial under which I could report the loss there and then over the phone, saving the bother of filling in an extra form. When I asked for an appointment at the London passport office, I was given exactly the time I asked for. The appointment took place bang on time. And my passport arrived less than two days later – well within the seven days promised.

i'm sure that January is a quiet time for passport applications, but this was outstanding public service, and an example for any organisation, public or private. Sadly, the coalition government's savage cuts are likely to mean that things can only get worse.