Whitewebbs Transport Museum in Enfield might not sound like the most exciting place in the world, but guess what? It kind of is.
I was lucky enough to be asked to do a magazine shoot about the museum and on some of the volunteers who keep the place running. So on a rainy Monday morning in May, I took a train, to the arctic circle of North London i.e. Outer Enfield and spent the morning taking photos of their collection of vintage cars and bikes. Here's a photo of Malcolm who edits the newsletter in the drivers seat of an army car from the 1940s. I thought we'd exhausted all photo possibilities until we emerged from one of the buildings and I noticed an old entire train carriage parked at the edge of the site ,"Yes, would you like to see our model railway? It's inside the carriage" asked Malcolm. Evidently there was so much more to see here than my time would allow, I wish I'd known about the railway sooner, I might have seen if it would get me back to Highbury, the little tiny toy town version. As I walked up to the gates to leave I asked Malcolm what was in the old police box in the far corner "Time machine" he shrugged.
I was lucky enough to be asked to do a magazine shoot about the museum and on some of the volunteers who keep the place running. So on a rainy Monday morning in May, I took a train, to the arctic circle of North London i.e. Outer Enfield and spent the morning taking photos of their collection of vintage cars and bikes. Here's a photo of Malcolm who edits the newsletter in the drivers seat of an army car from the 1940s. I thought we'd exhausted all photo possibilities until we emerged from one of the buildings and I noticed an old entire train carriage parked at the edge of the site ,"Yes, would you like to see our model railway? It's inside the carriage" asked Malcolm. Evidently there was so much more to see here than my time would allow, I wish I'd known about the railway sooner, I might have seen if it would get me back to Highbury, the little tiny toy town version. As I walked up to the gates to leave I asked Malcolm what was in the old police box in the far corner "Time machine" he shrugged.
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