Posted in Railways on Tuesday 9th May 2006 at 10:10pm

An incredibly early start. The idea was that last night I would have discovered how long it took to walk to the end of the long pier where Stranraer station sits beside the Stena Line ferry terminal. Given my aching foot, the early morning and my pessimistic view of my own walking speed, arrived early. No sign of anywhere open to get breakfast or coffee on the way. Thought about the Ferry Terminal, but not sure I'd have gained access without a boarding card. Arrived in the strange 1970s trainshed to find 156457 waiting to form the 07:09 service to Glasgow via Kilmarnock. Said good morning to the station staff, just opening up for the day, then boarded and found a seat for the twisting route to Ayr.

Once the sun had risen above the hills, and the haze had lifted a little, began to notice the wonderful scenery in this part of Scotland. I suppose I grew up with a strange notion that Britain was always most impressive at it's extremes - and while doubtless Cornwall and the Highlands are stunning, its always a joy to find a breathtaking scene through the gap between hills - and this journey was packed with such moments. A strange bunch of fellow travellers too - ferry passengers, office workers from Girvan and Maybole heading for jobs in Ayr, staff from Prestwick International Airport. A fairly busy train, and a good-natured bunch. People-watched and eavesdropped my way to Ayr. Here I had a swift, cross-platform change planned which would achieve an earlier arrival at Glasgow Central, and also take in more new track. Sorry I didn't have longer to get a coffee at Ayr, but the EMU was waiting. I remember a trip on one of these when I flew to Glasgow a few years back, that time just as far as Paisley Gilmour Street. Quick and surprisingly busy run into Central.

These trips always take in a visit to Glasgow. I will never tire of the arrival, over the Clyde and into the glass-roofed trainshed with its curving wooden buildings on the concourse. The shortest of visits this time however, just time to buy breakfast and slip out of the station and onto Renfield Street for a coffee from my favourite place. It's just one of number of chain coffee shops in the area, but I have fond memories of sitting here reading or writing whilst the world moved by the window. I'm either a creature of habit, or a sentimental idiot. Not sure which. Back to the station and on to a ScotRail 156 heading for Edinburgh Waverley going the long way around via Shotts. More new track, and a surprisingly rural jaunt once out of the Glasgow suburbs. We joined the route from Carstairs at Midcalder Junction, and arrived on time at Waverley. Not long to wait here, so straight to Platform 11 to a waiting GNER 'Mallard' set. My first experience on these refurbished Mark IV coaches - such a huge improvement on the tired and threadbare look the sets had exhibited over the past couple of years. Logged on to the Wireless Internet service and settled in for a high speed run down the East Coast Mainline to York in blazing sunshine.

Arrived at York and found much needed coffee. The day seemed to be getting hotter, and I was beginning to feel sleepy after my early start. As we waited for the slightly delayed Scarborough service, heard a tell-tale engine note and turned to see 47815 Great Western arriving in the bay. Got some swift and probably not fantastic shots before getting aboard my penultimate train of the day.

47815 arrives at York
47815 arrives at York

I last did the run to Scarborough in 1998 or thereabouts. Not much has changed, the same impressively capacious station with a rather imposing clock tower, and a familiar run down towards the town centre. Got no further than the Wetherspoons pub today! These places in the daytime are a strange mix of bedraggled alcoholics and mysterious and bewildered loners. Today I witnessed a curious foreign woman being serenaded by a gruff Yorkshireman who then furtively passed on his tips on wooing to a crowd of clearly unconvinced Polish guys in flash jewellery and leather jackets. Also, a man fittingly entitled 'Dumpy' when asked to leave by his friend, accidentally forgot to leave his empty pint glass on the table, and walked out of the pub holding it. I later almost fell over him on the way back to the station, sitting on the ground still clutching the empty glass. In the midst of all of this, a strange and angelic barmaid with an impressive array of tattoos not out-of-place on a Suicide Girl looked on with a mix of grim determination and happy resignation. It was time to leave Scarborough!

Last train of the day was a wander down the coast to Hull. Another bit of new track, linking up with the circle of the Hull suburbs we covered on the Humber Haulier tour. A pleasant run through Filey and Bridlington with occasional glimpses of the sea beyond the hills. Always good to arrive at Paragon Station - a proper railway station with a high roof, an impressive if dilapidated tiled entrance hall and iron railings at the platform ends. Checked into my hotel, right outside the station and once its Victorian extension belonging to the North Eastern Railway. Pleased to note my room is above the station, and while I can't see the tracks I can hear the announcements clearly from my room!

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