August is shaping up to be a rather odd month - with lots going on at each end but very little in the middle weeks. After a busy week with a jaunt up to London and family visits, I was looking forward to a fairly gentle day out today. Also, given what promised to be an expensive few months ahead, conserving funds appeared to be a sensible strategy. Started out with the usual first train off Highbridge and subsequent connection into a London service at Weston. A nice, quiet and rather sleepy trip - disturbed only by a bunch of odd teenagers who boarded at Chippenham and attempted to strip the antimacassars from the carriage I was in. They were soon removed from the train at Swindon with no delay. Arrived a little early into London, only to remember I hadn't checked for engineering on the Underground. Discovered that as I feared, the Circle Line was out and thus wasted precious minutes getting to the bus stop for a service to Charing Cross. Missed one by seconds in fact, but my dodgy knee wasn't up to the dash - and would be needed for the walk across Tunbridge Wells later! Finally on board for a quiet trundle through the West End. Arrived in good time for my planned train, but couldn't help feeling I could have made it earlier if I'd been a bit more alert last evening and checked as I'd planned. The rest of the journey into the Kent countryside was quiet and uneventful, and we rolled into Tunbridge Wells exactly on time.
The walk across town wasn't quite as bad as I'd thought and the place seemed very well-to-do and rather busy with a market and some very upmarket shopping going on. The West station now appears to be a large wild west theme pub, with the locomotive shed across the access road to a large Homebase now providing the facilities. Arrived to find the next service out was the 11:08 - using the line's resident Oxted thumper unit. This was also departing from the non-preferred platform two. Not much of a platform in fact, as steps were required to get up to the doors! Soon away and making a huge racket as we chugged and thumped our way to High Rocks. The operation at this station is odd - with the train guard unlocking a gate to let passengers in and out, and then closing and padlocking it after them. This effectively ruled out nipping out for a quick photograph, as staff were keen to clear the platform swiftly and get the train moving. This occurs I understand because High Rocks station is at the foot of a pub beer garden, and the risk of people straying on to the railway is high. Pressed on and eventually arrived at Groombridge where this service terminated and headed back. Here too, the original station and alignment seem to have been sold - with the station in new use, and the former alignment built on. The new station is a simple affair with a shed acting as a very neat little refreshment stall. The line actually heads on further to Birchden Junction where it comes alongside the Uckfield branch, then proceeds to Eridge station - however this section remains out of use at present for work to make this a regular part of the line's operation.
I've had a home on the web for more years than I care to remember, and a few kind souls persuade me it's worth persisting with keeping it updated. This current incarnation of the site is centred around the blog posts which began back in 1999 as 'the daylog' and continued through my travels and tribulations during the following years.
I don't get out and about nearly as much these days, but I do try to record significant events and trips for posterity. You may also have arrived here by following the trail to my former music blog Songs Heard On Fast Trains. That content is preserved here too.