I woke to a freezing, but dry and snowless scene in Glasgow. I'd been contemplating how best to get to Edinburgh for today's trip for some time, and had even gone as far as booking a cheap seat on the 06:30 National Express bus from Buchanan Street. However, with the tour retimed a little later, and knowing that a fair number of us cranks were planning to catch the first train from Queen Street at 07:50, I opted to do this too. Because of my far too early start, I arrived at Queen Street just as the station was opening. Thankfully the coffee stall was already up and running, and I could at least warm my hand whilst waiting to see which of the stabled units would form the train. The crowds seemed to grow rather steadily, and some familiar faces arrived as with a tap on the shoulder I was advised "it's a long way from Bristol". As soon as the train was called, made a dash for the front and found a seat in First Class with a few other cranks and one or two Sunday morning commuters. The train seemed very full with even a few early rugby fans on board! Arrived pretty much on time at Waverley and immediately found breakfast before heading for platform 11 where the tour was due to depart. We waited for what seemed an age in the biting wind, with no apparent reason for the delay. Eventually the stock rolled in around ten minutes late. With no heating on yet, we shivered through the first part of the trip - but once we got moving things soon improved. All was not well though, as we sped past Portobello Junction where we were due to reverse at a fair pace. An announcement soon confirmed trouble - overrunning engineering works and an emergency possession at Whifflet meant some changes. However, despite overshooting Portobello, we'd soon be heading back to Powderhall.

Even this was not without problems. It seems that as late as Wednesday, DBS staff were refusing to take the train down the branch due to the state of the foliage. A long running dispute between DBS and Network Rail about who should clear this section of line was being fought, and we were stuck in the middle of it. Thanks to some persuasion and reassurance from the Train Manager we progressed gingerly down the branch towards the waste terminal, but stopped at the site of Easter Road station, short of where the Network Rail limit was believed to be. A disappointment, but still an interesting insight into the former lines in this area. Another reversal and off at speed on the mainline again, this time to call at North Berwick, and a chance for a quick photocall.

Off again towards Edinburgh, passing the loop at Drem where the Alloa Alloer had come to grief last year. No paperwork problems this time however, as we curved away from the mainline at Monktonhall Junction and proceeded into Millerhill Sorting Sidings. The next set of manoeuvres was complicated and much discussion went on about the order of play according to timings. In simple terms we firstly reversed around the curve onto the former Bilston Glen colliery line, and followed this line to its current limit. Then we moved forward, taking the eastern chord back towards Monktonhall before reversing again back into Millerhill Yard. Thus we covered all three sides of the triangle, getting a view of the stub of the former Waverley route to Carlisle and the pair of 37s stored at the back of Millerhill into the bargain. Slightly dizzy after this session of reversals and traversals, we headed back via Newcraighall towards the mainline, immediately branching towards Leith. More trouble befell us here though - not so much of a physical issue with limits this time as a territorial one. Network Rails, DBS and the Forth Port Authority couldn't seem to agree where the limit actually was. In the end, we stopped at Seafield crossing, a little short of Leith South. Another disappointment, and also a very early departure. This meant retreating along the Edinburgh Suburban line for a short distance to await out slot in the station. Eventually, after a long fester in the middle of nowhere, we arrived at Waverley for a brief break.

Setting off after a quick lunch and a chance for photographs, we sped along the E&G route towards Falkirk, since the emergency possession prevented us from maintaining our booked route via Coatbridge. This was also a disappointment, just because I find any chance to traverse the knot of lines around Glasgow intriguing. Finally reversed at the desolate and abandoned Cadder Yard in the beginnings of a snow storm. Soon retracing our steps to Greenhill Junction, where we were surprised to see the lines to Falkirk Grahamston falling away to our left. We made a fairly sharp stop, and the driver disappeared to the signalpost telephone. Eventually he was seen practically jogging back down the train to the rear loco. As he passed us he muttered "they didn't say which bloody Falkirk". After a swift reversal, using an unusual crossover in both directions, we finally found our way to Grangemouth Junction. This branch worked out a little better, with the train making it right to the NR limit and giving us a chance to see the fair number of DRS locos sitting at W H Malcolm's depot, at last a good result on one of today's obscure branches!

In failing light and gathering snow clouds we departed for the last bit of unusual track of the day. This took us via Stirling, passing Alloa to Dunfermline. I've covered this track previously in the opposite direction, and even visited again to do the short spur into the new Alloa station, so all was familiar. Interesting to see the rather brooding presence of Longannet Power Station in the dark though, and the bonus was running past Dunfermline and into the rarely used Townhill Loop for our final reversal. From here, it was a straightforward dash back to Edinburgh via the Forth Bridge. Had the rare chance to stand at an open window, cold air blasting in as I was simply awed by the structure over which we were passing. An unusual view an iconic bridge, and a great way to end a strange and occasionally frustrating tour around these branches.

My day of rare track wasn't over though, and after seeing off a couple of colleagues, I made my way to the platform to wait for the 20:12 to Glasgow Central. I could have caught a couple of earlier trains back west, but aside from being rather full of the stragglers from the rugby match, they were not booked by the route which my intended train took. Having spotted a discussion about this on the GENsheet list last week, I decided to check if this train really did use the rare connection south of Newton station as shown in PSUL. This was one of very few minor bits of track I haven't done before in Glasgow, and sure enough after a long and rather slow journey through the snowy landscape at Carstairs, we bumped and shuddered over the crossing and passed through Newton station platforms, before curving away to travel via Kinghill and to join the Cathcart Circle at Mount Florida. Another bit of line covered successfully, and an interesting end to a strange day. Rewarded myself with a visit to the Kings House for a Chinese buffet to round off a cracking day out overall. Here's to the next Scottish tour, which all being well isn't so far away!

After a week of checking Met Office warnings and forecasts, and willing the snow to stop when all around me seemed to be entranced by it's wintry loveliness, the of my trip finally arrived. After a slight thaw and some dry days, last night had delivered another load of snow. It was still snowing too, and as I shouldered my bag and trudged out it began to snow faster and heavier. A cancellation earlier in the week would have been bad, but worse still would be for the trip to run and me not make it! As I waited at the station, taking comfort from the 05:50 having apparently run without incident, I calculated the cost of travelling to Edinburgh tomorrow if need be. I was startled out of my reverie by the Class 67 hauled set blasting by on route to Taunton to form it's first working of the day. Another good sign. Eventually, First Great Western's information system started working properly, and the 06:21 to Newport was reported just over 20 minutes late. Not a disaster - so far.

When the 06:21 appeared through the blizzard, my heart sank a little. A single car Class 153 arrived, heating not working, already fairly well loaded and now travelling close enough to the path of the following 06:55 to mean we'd be very busy. Noted the beer supplier to Pathfinder was also on board, complete with a large stack of beer! This was a much better sign. Settled in, put my collar up to avoid interacting with the growing crush of commuters who kept trying to tell me this was all "ridiculous" - they had no idea how much more ridiculous the trip I was making seemed in this tiny, jammed and freezing DMU!

After a long, slow and very cold trip which almost broke my spirit entirely, we arrived at a snowy, but at present fully operative Newport station. A brief look at the web indicated that the Pathfinder team and the tour stock had departed Swansea on time. All signs were good, but I refused to be hopeful until I was on the train and warm again. Consoled myself with breakfast in the meantime. Amazingly, despite all the odds and almost exactly on time, 67008 snaked into the station with a long rake of coaches. Soon on board, and settled in amongst the good natured and excited Rugby fans, along with one or two cranks for good measure. As we sped north, calling at one or two local stations as the train was operated in conjunction with Arriva Trains Wales, something strange happened - the sun came out! By the time we reached Chester there was barely a sign of snow on the ground except for topping the hills. An attempt at photographing the train during our break at Preston was thwarted because the sun was too bright! Such a contrast with the south, where I'm told it was still snowing hard, and frozen temperatures were compounding problems on the roads. Finally got the chance for a shot at Carlisle, with the low sun casting long shadows over the train through the station roof.

Enjoyed the rest of the journey very much. Some quick running meant being looped at Beattock which confused the non-cranks on board somewhat, but the splendid scenery with snow where it belonged at the top of hills soon quietened them. Darkness began to fall as we curved east at Carstairs, passing the State Hospital in a clear, bright sunset. A bit of a slow crawl into Waverley followed due to a failed train blocking part of the line into Haymarket station - but we eventually arrived, and it was amusing to watch a long straggling line of hundreds of red jacketed Welsh fans singing and plodding their way up the slope out of the station.

Hopped onto the next available Glasgow Queen Street service and settled in for a ride on well-worn but welcome territory. There was a little snow out in the wilds and on some of the platforms, but it seemed dry and bright outside - if somewhat chilly. It's good to be back here in the surprisingly less than frozen north. I'm glad the beer made it safely too!

Despite dire warnings of Arctic conditions overnight, I woke to a cold dry morning. Yesterday's irritations at work had left me with a fuzzy head and strangely, with eyelids which felt like sandpaper. Creaked and groaned my way around the flat getting ready for today's trip. I'd planned and booked this excursion some time ago, and having had a fairly full week had barely had time to think about things, so there was something of an unreal and unprepared quality to things as I set out for the station. The routine here doesn't really need repetition, out on the 0550, change platforms at Weston and collapse into a nice warm carriage with the intention of snoozing my way to Paddington. Woke up often enough to determine we were heading eastwards via Bradford-on-Avon and Hawkeridge Junction, which meant even less reasons to stay awake as we negotiated the always fairly dull Berks and Hants route through startling, red skies. into the city. Surfaced in time to see DB Schencker liveried 59206 on Acton Depot. So wrong-footed by this novelty in fact that I missed a fair amount of other locos which were also in attendance. Gathered my wits for the cross-London journey - as a TfL bulletin earlier in the week had informed me of the partial closure of the Circle Line. Tumbled straight onto a Kings Cross bound train at Paddington, but was unceremoniously turfed off and sent over the footbridge at Edgeware Road to complete the journey on a different set. At Kings Cross, surfaced and waited for ages for a bus to Liverpool Street, in the end piling on to a 214 which took me right to the doors.

Here I had a choice of trains to Stansted Airport.So with an excellent regular service and no need to be there particularly early, I relaxed and had breakfast before catching the 1025. First Class on the 317 was grubby, but refreshments were offered and the service was good. The red glow in the sky had dissolved into a freezing but brilliant morning, and the sunlight through the scratched windows was oddly warm. Amazed at how cheering the weather was, settled in for a decent and quick ride to Bishops Stortford before taking the relatively recent curve into the tunnel which led almost all of the way to the airport. Airports should, of course, be magical places. Stations and airports have always fascinated me - and the conjunction of both here should have been particularly so. But it wasn't. Stansted is a functional station - the interior of a multistory carpark with dull, grey lighting and little but the distant whine of escalators to break the silence. The airport isn't much better - a vast empty hangar populated by low-rise plastic shop units and a warren of little walkways between them which end in unexpected security checkpoints. Thankfully, my choice of a later arrival meant less time here, so I chanced a coffee in the rather less depressing Arrivals area before heading back to the station, and the rather far-flung bay platform 2 where the Birmingham bound unit was waiting for departure.

Off on time, taking the single line chord returning us to the northbound Cambridge line. With today's new track complete I could settle in to the long run into Birmingham. This is an odd journey, but one I'm strangely fond of. Initially through empty, flat fen country before reaching Ely with its golden stone cathedral shining in the sunlight. More emptyness as we headed for March where a small depot has sprung up in recent years and a couple of locos were stabled. Next point of interest was Peterborough - always worth a look, and today was no exception as the unexpected presence of a freshly DB Schenker liveried 66152 was a surprise. I rather like the all-over red with simple white lettering which has transferred from over the channel, but I wonder how monotonous it will get when well over 250 locos are plodding around in these colours? As ever, no camera out when it counted of course! Some parallel running beside the East Coast Main Line for a while before curving away at Helpston and crossing the tiny County of Rutland. Having done this part of the trip relatively recently, relaxed and enjoyed the views and opportunity to people-watch as the train filled and emptied along the way. The three-hour long journey seemed to pass incredibly quickly and I snapped out of my fugue as we were passing Water Orton. Another chance to sit and enjoy a quiet coffee at New Street. Timings were slack today as I'd let cheap advance tickets guide my choice of trains. Had a wander around the busy station, being careful to avoid the heavy Police presence which was likely due to it being match day somewhere locally.

Over to platform 1A for the 1642 back to Bristol. This train arrives early and waits time at this far-flung extremity of the station in relative quiet. Boarded, found a seat, and settled in for the relaxing ride back in a reflective mood. Pondered the planned trip for next weekend during the run home, and tried to think through a couple of the work issues which had seemed too complicated to figure yesterday. Had a while to wait at Bristol Temple Meads, so spent some time playing with my camera settings and trying to get decent shots in the dark - something I've rarely got the patience to play around with. Sometimes it seems these trips have a purpose aside from the dash for track, desperate mileage accumulation or heading somewhere specific. While on paper it was a big circle with a break at the airport, this escape mission was very important!

The first railtour of the year started practically on my doorstep, which meant I could follow my usual routine of getting the first train out. Met a couple of other locals on the train and set off for Bristol in high spirits. Much speculation about the first loco of the day, with 66006 having taken over from an ailing 67016 on yesterday's Taunton-Cardiff diagram and seemingly still in the area. Arrived at Temple Meads to find the stock just in from Alexandra Dock Junction with 66007 on the front - close enough, and a winner for all concerned! Got coffee and watched the loco run around the train before finding our seats and settling into the thankfully warm carriage. The tables were set for morning coffee, reflecting the standards which the new catering supplier on this trip hoped to provide. Right on time we set off for the familiar route north to Birmingham New Street, diverging slightly at Abbotswood Junction to head through Worcester Shrub Hill and return to the mainline at Stoke Works before curving into New Street via Camp Hill. From here we continued to Stafford for a short leg-stretch before pushing onward to Manchester Piccadilly. A leisurely trip with excellent at-seat service by familiar and attentive staff in itself. But for those of us who had come for the day's main event rather than a wander around Manchester, the fun was just about to begin!

After around an hour to wander the station and it's impressive array of facilities we set off once more with Freightliner's 66596 on the front of the train. Through Stockport again, this time taking the line to Altrincham beside the Metrolink tracks. The morning's grey skies had given way to bright sunshine and it was good to be back out on unusual lines. Once past Northwich where we took the rarely used connection from Hartford CLC to LNW Junctions which saw us heading briefly along the West Coast Main Line, through the remodelled Weaver Junction which confused more than a few of us who were trying to track progress via Quail. At Walton Old Junction we took the lower level lines around the back of Arpley Yard, and curved away onto the remains of the former line to Manchester via Lymm. Little more than a run-round for coal trains now, we pressed on as far as possible towards the end of the line at Latchford. Reversing here, we passed under the station at Warrington Bank Quay and crawled through the vast Unilever complex with Fiddlers Ferry power station looming large on the horizon as we sped up, passing through the industrial fringe of Widnes. The ground seemed very damp, with the trackbed all but submerged in places, but this didn't seem to halt our progress west at all.

At Ditton Junction we regained the route of the mainline, travelling on the more southerly pair of slow lines which link with a variety of yards and freight facilities at Halewood and Speke. As we approached Edge Hill we began to descend away from the station to the south, following the line into Crown Street Tunnel No. 5 which once carried a route to the waterfront at Liverpool, part of a dense network of passenger and freight routes around the city of which very little remains. I'd assumed we would reverse at the earliest opportunity, but we continued to creep forward to the end of the line, with the front loco out of the tunnel's west portal. Pleased to have done this intriguing and fascinating bit of line rather unexpectedly. Once under way again we took the curve to the Bootle branch, and curved north and west again through the edge of the city. The landscape gave way first to fringe estates looking tired and a little menacing, before dissolving into abandoned industrial units. We plunged into a series of tunnels under Kirkdale before surfacing briefly to connect with Merseyrail's 'Northern Line' at Bootle Junction. Soon underground again, we slowed to a halt in Alexandra Dock Tunnel while we awaited permission to cross Regent's Road Level Crossing - the boundary where Network Rail hands over to the Mersey Docks and Harbour Company - and as far as we were permitted to travel towards Seaforth today.

We seemed to be in the tunnel for a long time before finally and rather gingerly moving off again deeper into the dock complex, not stopping until we had come alongside the end of the European Metal Recycling plant sidings. Well over the Network Rail limit we pulled forward to allow the train to clear the points we needed to traverse to escape. It was also necessary to completely clear the slewed road crossing which was protected on one side by huge metal gates, but on the landward side by nothing much at all! Noted that there was very little to differentiate road and railway here. Eventually under way again slowly, with the flashing lights of a police car protecting the road. It seems we should have had such an escort in both directions but the police had been late. We'd clearly caused a lot of trouble, as evidenced by a member of dock staff shouting "and don't come back!" as we passed by. As the last light began to fade from the clear sky, we curved around the newly relaid chord at Olive Mount Junction and waited for access to the St Helen's line. Unfortunately held for a stopper, we didn't begin to make up our delay yet. Fitful progress behind the local unit until we reached Ince Moss Junction and returned to the mainline at Bamfurlong Junction, completing a bit of track I'd partially done on 'The Yo Ho Ho' a few years back. Not much mainline running before we used the Golborne Junction to Parkside Junction connection (including another required curve left over from the same trip) to head back to Manchester Victoria. Somewhat late, but having done all of the advertised bits of fairly rare track, we set off homeward in good spirits, if a little sleepy following the early start.

After negotiating Denton Junction to Stockport without any incidents, we headed via Wilmslow back to Crewe and then Stafford where we dropped off 66596 and headed south to Birmingham via Bushbury and Bescot in order to enter New Street heading in the right direction for a quick escape via Selly Oak. A storming run home to Bristol along with some generous timetabling saw us regaining all of our lost time and presenting ourselves at Temple Meads a little early. Naturally, as is tradition, we were held to enter the station just a few minutes late as the Panel reminded us who was in charge! This trip was a fine start to the year with lots of unusual track, a couple of winning locos and an excellent atmosphere and great service on board. Moreover, the tour managed to combine a day out for the 'normals' with a good old fashioned track bash for the enthusiasts. If this is the blueprint successful for future tours in these difficult times, then more of this would be most welcome.