I've had strange and turbulent long weekend. Once again booked the leave at quite short notice and found myself desperately trying to find cheap tickets to get away. Having settled on a separate trip on Friday and Monday rather than a weekend break, I looked forward to getting away during what was a pretty tough week at work. So I found myself yawning and swearing my way to the station early on Friday morning, having had yet another work related sleepless night. Took me quite a while, and a lot of coffee to get going.
So, Friday was Nuneaton. I spent a little time here on my last Rover - in rather bizarre weather conditions, and had planned to visit again for some time. Today however, the sun was shining as I took up my spot at the north end of the station. I soon realised however that I wasn't in the greatest place for clear photography, and I think I might head for the south end next time - to join the crowds of enthusiasts with their deckchairs! Still a bit preoccupied, but I soon settled into the parade of Pendolinos, and enjoyed a reasonably busy few hours with lots of passing freight to divert my attention.
Finally managed to get my mind off work and relax later into the afternoon. Packed up to leave a little after three, and made my way to the new Leicester-line platforms after grabbing a coffee from the pleasant little station tearoom. Arrived in time to watch 66405 pass by on 4M44 - the near legendary 'Malcolm' train, which I thought I might miss today. Noticed that the unexpected sunshine had left me looking a little pink. Uneventful and sleepy trip home, with lots of reading en route.
Found myself at something of a loose end on Saturday morning, so after another poor night of sleep and a late start I decided to head for Temple Meads to see if anyone was out watching the summer specials. Arrived to find a pair of 67s on the Pride of the Nation stock. Wandered into my customary spot and chatted for a while to some of the regulars. Slight gloom cast over the day by a rather overzealous member of staff threatening to eject us for little real reason. Moved over to a different platform to avoid trouble, and watched the remainder of the HSTs arrive. Back to Highbridge for a PC fixing visit to my sister and a pleasant evening at my parent's home.
A better sleep, and something of a better start to Sunday. Up later, and out to Highbridge station to see my first Torbay Express this year. 6024 thundered through a station full of spectators dead on time. Most impressed by the crowds at Highbridge.
Back to Weston, and just as I thought my day was going well I got into a stupid argument about a worn five pound note at my local shop. Felt extremely resentful that I was accused of tampering with the note. Everything got a little out of hand, despite me remaining calm and sensible. Won't be going back there - but decided to write to inform One Stop's head office of my experience. Will need to find somewhere else to pay for electricity. Out later in the evening to watch the return working of the Torbay Express under a golden sunset.
Woke early again on Monday, determined to shake off the strange gloom which had dogged me all weekend. Similar trains to Birmingham, then a quick change for Stafford. Arrived in bright sunshine, finding quite a few other enthusiasts around. Had remembered to apply sunscreen this time, luckily. Quiet to start, with 57309 pottering back and forth before settling into the bay platform for the day. Noted a number of the new Desiro sets working, and a pair passing on frequent high speed tests.
Whilst things weren't quite as busy as at Nuneaton, there was perhaps a little more variety. Weather remained excellent all day, and I managed finally to forget all the frustrations and fall-out of the previous week. Once again, the infamous 'Malcolms' arrived somewhat early, led by 66406.
Caught a late running Virgin Manchester-Birmingham service back, with 90020 on the rear. Diverted via Bescot due to problems at Galton Bridge. It was hard to hide my joy at locomotive haulage around a diversionary route from a train full of angry passengers. Slow, but interesting run into New Street without air conditioning. Negotiated a bit with Virgin about having missed my connection, but aside from standing all the way home no major problems. A memorable ending to a strangely muted weekend on the rails.
A note on the title
Apart from being quite accurate, this article is named in honour of B S Johnson. Having read and enjoyed several of his novels, I finished reading Jonathan Coe's biography Like a Fiery Elephant this weekend. Perhaps one of the most enjoyable but affecting books I've read for a very long time. Both Johnson's novels and Coe's biography are highly recommended.
Lost::MikeGTN
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.
