I probably shouldn't have ventured out today. With my injured knee still causing pain and feeling sick and dizzy with some sort of cold I must have presented a sorry sight on the platform at Highbridge this morning. Fate decided to play another cruel trick in the shape of 142029. These units rarely make it this far up the line, tending to remain in Exeter and on the surrounding branches, but perhaps they needed to get one to St Phillip's Marsh and decided a lightly-loaded early train on a Saturday would be the ideal way to do it? Despite the low-backed bus seats (adorned with velcroed on First Great Western covers) had a surprisingly comfortable ride to Weston. Suspect any further could have been less fun, and recalled three hours around the Cumbrian coast a few years back which reduced a fellow passenger to tears in fact!
Back at Cornbrook, disembarked and dodged under the canopy for cover. The tram stop was high in the air, between the canal and the heavy rail lines, in the middle of a somewhat desolate landscape and very exposed to the elements. Shivered and cursed a bit until an Altrincham tram arrived. Found a seat and settled in for the ride, part of which would be beside Network Rail track I'd covered previously. This formerly electrified heavy rail line betrayed it's origins in long platforms and familiar looking station structures. Passed under the Partington Branch near Timperley, at almost exactly the point the BLS's "Ribble Restitutor" railtour reached last March. The heavy rail line curving in from Skelton Junction shares space at Navigation Road, making for a strange alignment of two single lines through the platforms and over the crossing, before fanning out into the surprisingly extensive station at Altrincham. Much faded grandeur here, and not nearly enough time to wander around the station before turning around on a much busier service back into Manchester.
Time to find coffee and test the laptop's wireless functions out. The virus and the knee injury were really beginning to take their toll now, and I was glad of the prospect of a nice simple trip back to Bristol. Settled in for the ride which was blessed with sunshine almost all of the way. Good to finally cover this light rail network, and now thinking about plans for the other networks which I've sampled but not completed...Keeps me off the streets, as they say!
It's a long time since I've found myself heading south on a Saturday morning. Prepared a flask of coffee knowing that catering wasn't something First Great Western believed in on 'local' services and headed for the station. There were always a good selection of destinations on a Saturday before the regularised timetable appeared, and I recall direct trains to Penzance being fairly common. This however is now the only one, but with an 0557 start, arriving at Bodmin Parkway a few minutes before 0900 it was idea l for todays festivities. A nice, easy run down watching cloudy slate-coloured skies turning brighter. Once past Newton Abbot I was in territory I hadn't seen for nearly four years, and beyond Plymouth for a good deal longer! Recalled a pleasant week spent down here on a Freedom of the South West Rover about twleve years back as we ambled further into Cornwall.
On arrival at Bodmin, immediately made for the Signal Box. A small cafe which left a big impression when I last visited. Good to note it was still serving excellent breakfasts. Passed some time eating, drinking and chatting before heading for the Bodmin & Wenford Railway platform for the first locomotive hauled train of the day for us. Met a few familiar faces waiting, and soon heard the sound of 37142 rounding the curve with a short four-coach train. Attempted to collect tickets as planned from the Ticket Inspector, but was referred to Bodmin General station. Settled in for the brief ride up the hill to the town, with 37142 making a good racket up front. As we made our ascent, the sunshine appeared - and stayed around for much of the day in bursts here and there.
Once at Bodmin, a mad run for the queue. Collected tickets and made it back onto the train for the return run to Parkway. The pattern became clear - a couple of locos would queue up ready to take the next train. We'd arrive, drop our loco in the platform and be hauled out by one or two of the waiting locos. Once we'd left there would be some shunting around to get things in order for the next train. By my calculations we could cover all of the locos working - but the surprise addition of Colas Rail's 47727 to the roster in addition to 47749 had made this more complicated. Decided to stick to plan, have a break and a wander into Bodmin after the 12:10 arrival at General, and not worry too much about the consequences.
Changed onto a busy but swift Voyager up to Taunton, and a very brief wait before getting the local unit home, arriving a couple of minutes early after a very good day out with no problems at all. The good old-fashioned preserved railway diesel gala appears to have gone out of fashion these past few years. So its good to see a few such events cropping up around the country this spring, and I can only hope our more local railways take note!
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.