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Posted in Railways on Saturday 19th June 2010 at 11:44pm


As expected, I had a fantastic night's sleep at The Columba. Even without a fantastic river view to wake up to like on my last visit, the hotel was a relaxing and comfortable base. Amused to note that once the foreign tourists wake up, the breakfast room still descends into chaos though! Had a quick breakfast before getting out into Inverness for a bit of exploration. The later start to proceedings today allowed for a stroll around town and a chance to relax with decent coffee whilst watching the world go by - something which has become an even more important pleasure for me as things have begun to move faster and faster in my work life. Realised that I was in fact having a proper holiday and not just a rail trip - and I was rather stunned by this. I get a lot of good-natured ribbing from people who genuinely find my activities puzzling. However, even they could, I think, define this as perhaps one of my pet-hate phrases, a mini-break. Thinking of tourists buying tartan and mispronouncing placenames, I shuddered and headed for the station.

Like last years weekend trip, the second day was given over to a spin out to Kyle of Lochalsh. Quite a few on board hadn't done the line before, and the rest of us kept a sort of conspiratorial silence about the trip for their benefit. As we curved out of the Highland side of the station, and clattered over Clacknaharry Swing Bridge, the sun appeared and the clouds dissipated leaving us under blue skies for the climb up to Raven's Rock. The customary break for a crossing train at Achnasheen was taken in bright sunshine, with people fresh to the scenery here expressing awe and amazement that the line didn't see much more promotion along the lines of the Settle and Carlisle route. Back on board, and more stunning curves and sudden vistas as we travelled towards Loch Carron and the west coast. Arrival at Kyle was, as always, a bit of a magical moment - with people realising that this station on the very edge of the sea was something of a special place. Lots of photographs taken from all sorts of vantage points and angles here, of the train on the blocks - symbolic of a journey completed.

37608 on arrival at Kyle of Lochalsh
37608 on arrival at Kyle of Lochalsh

After a break for lunch in Kyle, during which I retraced old steps and posted a card home, we returned to find a piper touting for business near the train. Took more photographs and lazed around in the sunshine watching passengers drift back. Some had made the trip over the bridge to Skye, and others had doubled-back to Plockton to see the attractive village and it's legendary pubs. Others had settled for fish and chips on the harbourside. Some complicated running around took place which readied the locomotives for the run back, and we soon set off - and then stopped. This happened several times, leaving the confused piper to guess at whether he should be playing or not. Finally the issue with the RETB system on the leading loco was resolved and we were underway only a few minutes late. Some spirited running soon made up for this, and with the sun still high in the sky as we neared Midsummer's Day, we retraced our steps to Inverness. As we approached the station, noted we hadn't crossed to the platform lines, and enjoyed an impromptu trip along the Rose Street Curve and a propelling move back into the station. With an early evening arrival, there was a chance to wander into town on the busy Saturday evening. Decided to enjoy the evening sun before disappearing into the pub.

River Ness and Inverness Castle
River Ness and Inverness Castle

As ever, the trip to Kyle felt just as important as the first time. There is something about the contrast of Inverness, passing through the awe-inspiring scenery and then arrival at the tiny settlement on the coast which seems a bit special - and a fair amount of people expressed this after the trip too. Didn't stay out late, but wandered back to the Columba thinking what a great day it had been, and almost forgetting about work, budgets and spending reviews for a while.

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Posted in Railways on Friday 18th June 2010 at 10:40pm


After weeks of wondering if this ambitious trip would make it off the block, I finally found myself on Wolverhampton station with the monitor listing the 07:29 to Inverness. Notwithstanding all the problems with Network Rail's train planning, froth over changes of traction, and my own work tribulations, I was reliably informed that the train was on it's way. With commuters stunned out of their everyday complacency by a platform change, there were just a few of us - clearly tour participants - lingering on platform 1 as 37608 and 37610 thundered around the corner on a rake of eight coaches. Swiftly boarded, found my home for the next four days and settled in for the long ride north. There was a real sense of excitement onboard - something which was really great to feel involved in, given the rather muted and cynical reactions which seemed to have seeped from real life into this most unreal of hobbies lately. No-one seemed to mind the lack of a Class 20 given a winning pair of noisy and capable Type 3's on the front, and once the excellent food started arriving from the Kitchen Car, all other gripes and groans seemed forgotten as our seating bays entered into a discussion of the route ahead.

First proper sight of 37608 and 37610 at Warrington Bank Quay
First proper sight of 37608 and 37610 at Warrington Bank Quay

An early arrival at Warrington allowed the first real chance to get a look at - and a picture of - the locos. By now, news had reached us that the plan was to run the leading loco around at Carlisle, as double-heading wasn't permitted over the Tay Bridge. Whether both locos would be returned to the front at Aberdeen remained to be seen. The day was really warming up now, and it was good to just relax and let the buzz of rumours and wonderings wash over me. I skimmed a few work emails and noted that the world was running smoothly without me - both a blessing and a curse in these times of self-justification in the public sector. In any case, it was wildly different from the days when I seemed to be at the beck and call of any emergency which flashed through the department. Counted my blessings, drank coffee and ate far too much as we sped through the familiar and much loved Cumbria scenery towards Carlisle and our next break.

Following a run around to meet weight restrictions over the Tay Bridge, 37610 leads at Carlisle
Following a run around to meet weight restrictions over the Tay Bridge, 37610 leads at Carlisle

With the locos reconfigured we set off, again heading into the wonderful scenery which blesses the northern reaches of the West Coast Mainline. Felt a pang of regret when we passed Carstairs that I wasn't turning west and heading for Glasgow - but the thought of the coming days of travel soon dispelled this. Instead, mulled over my plans for an Ayrshire tour with AC Electrics which I decided I must share with Spitfire people soon! Through the busy yards at Mossend and Coatbridge which kept the spotters very busy for a while, before heading back into more rural scenery around Stirling. With the sun still high, the journey took on a new character here as we made slow, lazy progress along the Alloa branch towards Dunfermline. We lost a lot of time here, and slotting into the busy service north of Edinburgh saw us get back onto the mainline an hour late. This meant the break at Aberdeen was lost, but we were on time and in our booked path - which on this line with long sections and few slots was a blessing. Instead, we managed a few minutes on the freezing platform at Dyce, watching planes take off from nearby Aberdeen airport. One enterprising passenger also made a dash to the local fish and chip shop in the short time available!

The last leg of the journey ran smoothly, and I enjoyed the chance to take in a line I see very rarely. The approach to Inverness along the coast was, as ever stunning - though this way into the City lacks some of the drama of arriving via the Highland Mainline. The evening sun was still in the sky as we drew into the station, and wearily but happily trudged off to the various hotels and guest houses which must have seen an excellent trade from the tour. Made the familiar and quick walk over to the river, and to the Columba Hotel, home for the next few days and still as comfortable and calm as ever. Almost embarassed to present my dishevelled and travel-weary self to the perfectly turned out receptionist. Settled into my cool, quiet room and prepared for a lazy start tomorrow. An epic journey today, but a great start to the trip.

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Posted in Railways on Thursday 17th June 2010 at 6:33pm


Today started with a long wait in the sunshine at the station. The First Great Western Class 57 diagram has performed poorly this week, with cancellations and replacement with units on several occasions. This morning it was once again cancelled, but the gen was that with 57304 out of service a GBRf 66 would substitute. Finally, later in the day 66721 produced, in Metronet livery, and worked the remainder of the diagram.

66721 arrives at Weston-super-Mare with 2C79
66721 arrives at Weston-super-Mare with 2C79

I plotted furiously, but already leaving early to travel north for tomorrow's tour meant no hope of getting anywhere near the diagram. Sent the gen to others in the hope it would be useful, and settled for a hasty and poor quality snap before I caught my Voyager.

These trains will soon be things of history, and lets hope this isn't the last time they produce something interesting.

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Posted in Railways on Saturday 12th June 2010 at 11:46pm


Week 5 of my accidental summer tour, and so far things seemed to be going pretty well despite the much publicised issues with timings from Network Rail. The major difficulty has been getting away from work as planned, since my job has changed so much since some of these trips were mooted - and this will only get more complex in the coming weeks. Spent much of yesterday's journey up to Manchester in some form of work based activity - and if not 'doing' I spent plenty of time 'brooding' - which culminated in an emailed explosion of frustration as soon as I got near to a proper keyboard. Not a good start to the trip, but sadly a necessary one. This meant most of yesterday written off, and a strangely poor night of sleep. At 05:30 as I slithered towards Victoria on pavements littered with discarded take-aways and birdlime, this felt like it was going to take it's toll today. Naturally, no facilities were open at this early stage so the urgent supply of caffeine which might just have helped was delayed. The timings didn't really allow much time for off-train purchases on route either - although I noted one brave soul manage the dash to the cafe at Huddersfield!. However all thoughts of this were banished as the gleaming nose of 55022 appeared on the approach to the station. Towards Miles Platting bank the sun was picking out the rails ahead in a glorious blaze. This was going to be a fun trip indeed.

Found my coach - an opulent Pullman affair with little room for storage but very plush decoration. Also met my travelling companions for the day - a quiet family with a rather miserable, northern friend who managed to find a reason to complain about almost everything, to the point I was suppressing laughter almost immediately as I turfed him out of my facing seat into his own. Moments later, with a lurch of power, the Deltic set off towards the Pennines. This was a really thought-provoking moment - all these years after chasing this loco gave me some of my first tastes of the hobby, it was back on the mainline and heading for it's former stomping grounds on the east coast. Celebrated with breakfast and coffee, before snoozing a bit as a result of my poor sleep. This seems to have dogged the last few tours - and I'd almost put it down to a sort of 'tour fatigue' - however, I think it's a combination of heat, sleeplessness and not having to be sociable as they've been solo efforts. In any case, it was pleasant to doze quietly and then wake to hear the rumbling of a Deltic at speed on the front of the train.

55022 on arrival at Oxford
55022 on arrival at Oxford

After picking up at Wakefield and Doncaster, we headed south towards London at speed. The timings were a little slacker than I'd hoped, but we still managed some very quick runs indeed. I was entertained at this point by my neighbours planning their day out. Each plan of action - involving the Trooping of the Colour, tour buses or whatever - would be proposed and generally approved, before the miserable one would intone "how much?" or "that's a long walk though" and scupper it. They were still pretty uncertain as we thundered through Peterborough, and hadn't really agreed anything by Alexandra Palace! Soon, we were creeping out of Gasworks Tunnel to be greeted by hundreds of photographers on the platform ends. Here, lots of the daytrippers like my neighbours left, and a fair number of cranks boarded. No time for a photograph given the scrum, before we left again with 57601 on the rear dragging us out as far as Hornsey Down EMU Reversing Siding, where 55022 took over again and we rounded the tight curve to Harringay Park. The North London Line is always fun for me - with it's intricate links to other routes and viaduct running over the rooftops. Enjoyed the journey immensely as we curved towards the Great Western Main Line at Acton Wells. Not strictly Deltic territory of course, but good to have some further speedy running out to Reading and Oxford.

Finally managed a few photographs on arrival at Oxford, though even here things were a bit of a crush before the stock left for the sidings. Headed into town in search of coffee and air-conditioning found both in a cool, quiet place in a little square not far from the station. Relaxed and contemplated the day so far, before buying some provisions and heading back to the station. Grabbed a further coffee here, and stood on the platform chatting and soaking up both the bright sunshine and the atmosphere of occasion present. Soon, having run around the stock, 55022 appeared once again to retrace our steps back to Hornsey. Following another reversal, we took the flyover at Ferme Park before using the Up Goods line. It was on this that we stopped - and waited. Waited some time in fact, watching both our arrival and departure times slip by. It seemed that a broken down Adelante was occupying Platform 1, and with the new Platform 0 barred for diesels and refurbishments blocking two others, there was a pressure to keep timetabled trains running. Eventually got underway, passing the offending unit looking a little healthier as we headed into the station to pick-up the trippers. Several cranks left pledging to be on the next Deltic trip north on 11th September!

One side effect of the late running was a need to make up time, and this produced some very fast running indeed. As the evening cooled a little, it was really fine to be speeding north with the Deltic singing away on the front of the train. My miserable neighbour also initiated a long discussion of the catering arrangements, and was upset because he'd already had a "ham and cheese" before he became aware that hot pies were available! Despite the best efforts of all concerned, we didn't make up quite as much time as was hoped. At Doncaster we came to a complete halt, as did another Class 47 hauled charter on the adjacent platform - producing what someone referred to as "an 80's timewarp!". We sat for some time here, and it became clear there was a problem. Finally we were informed that due to our late running and a signalling issue at Wakefield Kirkgate, we'd be diverted via Westgate and Leeds. This meant missing the Shaftholme to Knottingley section of the route, but was quicker. My neighbour of course misunderstood geography entirely and thought this would add a further hour onto the journey. Settled in for the final spin of 55022 up to Leeds, where we arrived to find the station full of casualties from the celebrations of England's lacklustre World Cup performance. A long wait for a reversal here, with 55022 shut down and 57601 fired up to take us back to Manchester. Noticed that the "Deltic has failed" posts took almost no time at all to reach the internet though, however these were soon corrected!

There was still a little light in the sky as I wound my way through the crowds for the last trains from Victoria back to my hotel. It had been a long day, but a fine one. To be out in the summer sunshine with 'Royal Scots Grey' leading the train had been a real treat. Thinking about the next few days of work is daunting - but if all goes well I'll be heading for the Highlands soon. It can't be hard to understand why I do this, can it?

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