I can understand that entirely. I live near the Ravenglass & Eskdale, and it's definately become more commercialised over the years. I think this is partially due to the continuing Northward spread of the 'Lake District' (That is, the tourist destination and not the national park). The appearance of more extravagant souvenirs and one of those fun, if entirely pointless, machines that reshapes one of the Queen's finest English pennies into a new design in the shop shows this quite clearly.WSR2005 wrote:To be honest, I'm not particularly keen on the P&DSR. Sure, it runs through a beautiful landscape and the rolling stock and stations are well-kept, but it feels too commercialised for my liking - naming GWR Prairie tanks and putting a PA system through the train just doesn't feel right. Of course, you can see why they have done it. Customers bring money, and you have to attract them to get it.
Also worthy of note is a partnership with Northern Rail, which has seen a 156 applied with advertising vinyls for the Ratty. Talking of which, the "La'al Ratty" nickname appears more and more on promotional material these days, having seemingly turned from a local nickname into a corporate slogan.
Several things have changed on the line itself as well - the footbridge at Ravenglass was taken out a couple of years ago, apparently for fear that some cretin would manage not to see it, walk into it and knock themselves out, and a large new building has been opened at Dalegarth. The turntable at Ravenglass has had a fence built round it, and gates have appeared on the foot crossing just in front of it.
All this doesn't sit comfortably with me somehow. The old building at Dalegarth was very homely and welcoming - I can't help but fear that some of that has been lost with the new complex. Of course, I understand that all this is keeping the railway alive, and bringing tourism to my local area, but sometimes I wish it was like it used to be. All this probably sounds ridiculous, but it feels somehow like a piece of local heritage is being slowly ebbed away by the erosion of commercialisation, turning into one of those generic attractions with at least two Shearings' buses in the car park.
It's like going back to your old corner shop, only to find it's been turned into a branch of Tesco.