Central Scotland IV - Part 2, Storm in a teacup.
Tuesday 17th October 2017
A much earlier start today than yesterday. The reason being, I had a certain limited service shack in my sights. Yes, I was going after Breich. The plan was to get out to Shotts, pick up the Breich train before jumping on a bus to Lanark to start the day's bashing on the rover. It was therefore the 06:24 route 8 up to North Bridge, which was a much busier service than I had thought it was going to be. It does a grand job of conveying me to Waverley station and I'm in Pret before you could say anything. Shock and horror though, as the delivery of ingredients hasn't arrived yet, so no bacon roll for me! Cinnamon swirl pastry would have to do.
My fears of last night's 156 appearing on this working were dumbfounded as it's
156501+156499 that are thrown out to work the 06:55 Glasgow Central stopper. We leave a couple of minutes late, and struggle to keep time all the way along the line. I think we were about 7 late off Kirknewton so i decide that I'll bail at Fauldhouse instead of Shotts, to make sure I catch the special connection. That is, of course, until we grind to a halt just after Addiewell. We sit for what seems like an eternity but can be no more than about 15 minutes. We're told that there's a late running train in front of us and a quick look at RTT tells me that that is indeed true, although it's at Hartwood.
We move eventually and I'm really starting to panic about this connection. Sure enough, just as we slow for Fauldhouse station, we're passed by the Breich stopper. Damn and blast! Not today then. Heartily disappointed, so I am. I try and re-work my plan a little to see if I can get back on track and I discover that it's not too much of a setback. The pattern of moving for a bit then stopping for a lengthy period of time continues right up to Holytown where we're told there's a tree been blown onto the overhead wires at Bellshill. Not great, and we limp forward, edging closer and closer to Bellshill when the Guard gets message that the obstruction had been cleared and we can resume our journey.
I elect to remove myself from the (now very) dud pair of Sprinters here. 111 minutes late is the official designation, I'd been on board for almost three hours at this point. Provided I can get to Motherwell in the next half hour, I can be on my plan but an hour behind. That seems sensible, and before too long
318257, which I had expected to be heaving but actually wasn't, rocks up on its own to take me down to Motherwell. I bypass the coffee place for now and concentrate on the task at hand. Double winners
320414+320318 are provided for the largely unaffected journey up to
Whifflet. A quick change here is made onto
320310 which shall take me onto the first new track of the day up to
Hamilton West.
Not long to hang about here as
320322 is in swiftly to take me to
Airbles. A station I shall no doubt visit in the future as one of my mates has got me interested in Motherwell FC. I don't know why either! A pleasant enough time in an unremarkable slice of suburbia is brought to an end by the arrival of
320412. I take this up to
Hamilton Central and after observing a few comings and goings at Hamilton bus station (right next door, for any bus bashers out there) it's up to
320309+318264 to carry me onto more new track, this time the Larkhall branch.
Merryton being the first port of call. There is a bit of delay to this train, but I'm not complaining as it's the same set that comes back and thus reducing the fester further up the line. The pair return and deposit me at
Chatelherault.
The only dud ex321 prior to this trip showed up next.
320411 was required for a photo, however. I take it all the way to
Larkhall, where it gets busy with some of Lanarkshire's finest hyper children. I take it to
Newton anyway, despite the protests from my eardrums. I watch a couple of pendolinos passing before
320316 pulls up for its latest entry to the haulage book for the run to Argyle Street.
It's been quite a while since that cinnamon swirl was had fro brekkie, and I can feel myself getting more and more grumpy so I decide to pop in and get lunch on my walk over to Queen Street. Plenty of time to eat on the platform before
318260 (still on the Balloch line from yesterday) rolls in with drunk old man in tow. He decides to have a nap in a bay of 6 just before I'm about to leave so I climb over his legs to alight at
Coatdyke. This station being scored means that Edinburgh to Glasgow via three of the four routes are now cleared for shacks. (Breich and Holytown stop it from being the full set) I take the incoming 334 pair, comprised of
334025+334013, for a thrash-tastic run to Edinburgh Park for no reason other than some variety. There's an ex-Milngavie train right behind us, so it's onto
334037+334018 down to Haymarket, where I pick up
170461 coming in from Dunblane to complete the journey to Edinburgh.
Six minutes is all that I had to cross the station to make the 15:43 North Berwick train, which is a very unremarkable
380107. Time for some embarassing local stuff now, and I take this one to
Longniddry. Plenty of time is allowed here for me to connect onto the Prentice route 111 bus, as official connections are made at 5 of the 6 stations on this line. I don't recognize the driver so he may be new to the company, but that didn't stop him from putting his foot down and we absolutely fly up to
Drem, the little engine screaming all the way.
I have a while to wait here, and I could have caught 380107 on its return to Edinburgh if I had wished, but I didn't. Instead, I took up my position in the nice wee waiting room and awaited the next coast-bound service. It's the 6 car working on this one, and
380014+380005 are good enough at their job to take me out to North Berwick, and we depart again after a short ten minute turnaround into the dying evening light.
That's one thing I do love about this time of year, it's getting dark and cold and I love heading out for a day's bashing in this weather only to return home with a book full of winners and get cozy in bed or on the couch and just relax and think about the day, drink in hand.
The 380 duo take me down to the last shack of the day,
Prestonpans, and with the light rapidly dissipating, I head off in search of the bus stop. In no time at all, Prentice's 111 has returned from Haddington and whisks me away home. Real, actual home. Not the flat in Edinburgh before a nice meal out with the Mrs.
Twelve winners on each the units and shacks front for the day is not too shabby at all, and I shall leave you with the closing shot of Prestonpans as the day drew to an end.
Prestonpans at dusk by
Alex Fleming, on Flickr