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As this forum subsection is a bit quiet at the moment for obvious reasons, I thought it might be a good time for people to share what their all-time favourite trip was and tell us why. You can go into as much detail as you want and as far back in time as you want, if you already wrote a report feel free to share that, or equally just a few lines from memory will do. Pictures are welcome also.

I will share my personal favourite once I’ve decided which it is :D
 
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It has to be the Fifteen Guinea Special on 11 August 1968. It was a sad occasion in some ways, but the atmosphere was like nothing I've ever seen on the railway since, with the moorland roads between Settle and Carlisle lined with thousands of cars and huge crowds. For me it was doubly memorable as my first trip on the Settle and Carlisle, a line I have travelled on many times since, and alongside which I have walked most of the way from Hellifield to Armathwaite by parallel footpaths. I had been due to go on a language course in Denmark that August, in my first Long Vacation, but Roy Jenkins, then chancellor of the exchequer, stopped that by imposing the £50 travel allowance, so I went on the special instead. In 1968 £15 15s 0d was a week's pay for some workers, and a lot for a 20-year old undergraduate, but as my home was near Liverpool I didn't need to book accommodation to get to Lime Street for a Sunday morning start. The trip was well worth the shilling a mile for roughly 315 miles (younger members: "what's a shilling?"). One little detail that lingers in my memory was that my table companion, presented with the menu, asked in a broad Yorkshire accent "Eyup, what's paté a la maison?", to which a suave steward replied "It's like Spam, sir". It was too.

If I make it to 80 in 2028, and if a re-creation of the special is run, I hope to be on it so I can say I went on both, 60 years apart. Is there anyone else in the forum who was on it and is still going strong (or just still going)?
 

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Great idea for a thread @Iskra.
Probably my first ever trip to Scotland for me.
I wrote about it a couple of years ago in a post on my bashing thread. I’d write it out quite differently these days after becoming a bit more experienced at this whole internet thing... ;)
Still, I enjoyed remembering it and it was interesting how much extra detail I remembered once I started typing it out.
For what it’s worth:
https://www.railforums.co.uk/threads/old-and-new-bashing-trips-by-cowley.134815/page-2#post-2712057
 

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It has to be the Fifteen Guinea Special on 11 August 1968. It was a sad occasion in some ways, but the atmosphere was like nothing I've ever seen on the railway since, with the moorland roads between Settle and Carlisle lined with thousands of cars and huge crowds. For me it was doubly memorable as my first trip on the Settle and Carlisle, a line I have travelled on many times since, and alongside which I have walked most of the way from Hellifield to Armathwaite by parallel footpaths. I had been due to go on a language course in Denmark that August, in my first Long Vacation, but Roy Jenkins, then chancellor of the exchequer, stopped that by imposing the £50 travel allowance, so I went on the special instead. In 1968 £15 15s 0d was a week's pay for some workers, and a lot for a 20-year old undergraduate, but as my home was near Liverpool I didn't need to book accommodation to get to Lime Street for a Sunday morning start. The trip was well worth the shilling a mile for roughly 315 miles (younger members: "what's a shilling?"). One little detail that lingers in my memory was that my table companion, presented with the menu, asked in a broad Yorkshire accent "Eyup, what's paté a la maison?", to which a suave steward replied "It's like Spam, sir". It was too.

If I make it to 80 in 2028, and if a re-creation of the special is run, I hope to be on it so I can say I went on both, 60 years apart. Is there anyone else in the forum who was on it and is still going strong (or just still going)?

Fantastic memory, thanks for sharing!

What was the £50 travel allowance?

Pate a la maison, being spam :D
 

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Great idea for a thread @Iskra.
Probably my first ever trip to Scotland for me.
I wrote about it a couple of years ago in a post on my bashing thread. I’d write it out quite differently these days after becoming a bit more experienced at this whole internet thing... ;)
Still, I enjoyed remembering it and it was interesting how much extra detail I remembered once I started typing it out.
For what it’s worth:
https://www.railforums.co.uk/threads/old-and-new-bashing-trips-by-cowley.134815/page-2#post-2712057

That sounded a fun trip Cowley. I can imagine trips to Scotland coming up a lot in this thread! The amount of loco's you got for haulage just on that one sleeper run from Exeter to Glasgow is impressive. I'm guessing that train did a good trade with the Navy? It was a good read, interesting to hear about how things used to be and it had me laughing in places, particularly the 'tunnel incident' :D
 

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Fantastic memory, thanks for sharing!

What was the £50 travel allowance?

Pate a la maison, being spam :D

The £50 travel allowance was a restriction on the amount of currency you could take abroad. Roy Jenkins imposed it during one of the periodic balance of payments crises that afflicted the country in the 1960s. I had booked to go to Denmark for a month's residential course, so I would have needed more than that, but it wasn't allowed because it wasn't strictly part of my degree course, just something I wanted to do.
 

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That sounded a fun trip Cowley. I can imagine trips to Scotland coming up a lot in this thread! The amount of loco's you got for haulage just on that one sleeper run from Exeter to Glasgow is impressive. I'm guessing that train did a good trade with the Navy? It was a good read, interesting to hear about how things used to be and it had me laughing in places, particularly the 'tunnel incident' :D
Thanks Iskra. :) Yes it definitely did do a lot of trade with Navy. Plenty of empty tins of McEwen’s on the corresponding southbound service by the time it got to Exeter.
Great times.
 

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I remember in August 2018 I had myself an "Interrail Round 2" to follow-up a recent global Interrail pass, except it was a strung-together mix of local tickets.

I'd had an absolutely horrible start in the Berlin and Brandenburg region as well as on a brief foray to Poland, getting accosted by drunks, homeless folk, as well as some very curt staff. I then had an even worse day bashing in Thuringia, with unannounced engineering works, disruption, borderline threatening bus drivers, naff weather, the lot. On arrival in Dresden that night I was truly fed up.

Then the following 48 hours were probably one of the highlights of my travels so far.

I headed out on an early train to the Czech border, before catching the Nationalparkbahn to Decin. My tickets weren't even technically valid on their own, as they only went to/from each side of their respective border with nothing to bridge the gap. The conductor however refused to take my money for the extra part and even returned at the end of the journey to tell me where all the connections were leaving from (in German- I figured it was polite to speak to her in a language from a country that the train stopped in!) and had a good loco-hauled trip to Most via Usti-nad-Labem. These days most of that route is operated by Regiojet with second-hand German DMUs.

I then had a rather comical trip to Beroun (outside Prague) via the backwater lines which contained two substitutions with buses. Both conductors (as bus replacements over there involve the train crew hopping on the bus with you so they stayed with us for each scheduled journey) were absolute characters too. The first one was a young dreadlocked bloke who looked at me as I was last off the train off the bus (took me a minute to work out what was happening), laughed and said "you know I'll speak English if you want me to". The connecting train then waited for me as the first service was running a little late, and that conductor was again, a character. I shared the front part of the unit with him, and while he was merrily hacking into a mango with a knife, he asked if I had any change for a 200kc note, before asking where I was going, realising I didn't speak Czech, and with some comical gesturing I realised we were in for another bus again.

That part of the world (Krivotlatsko National Park?) is genuinely gorgeous. It was actually good fun hopping off, taking in the valleys, then having a breakneck coach journey a few stops down the line.

I then headed into Prague and met up with a friend for a pint which cost me a whole £1.08, before stocking up on food and booze before having a trip up the Prague Semmering line and playing with a loco-hauled turn that at the time went to Kladno-Ostravec. I remember standing in the pouring rain watching the loco run around, and despite being soaked through, all was right in the world. The weather cleared up as I headed up back towards the border (as services aren't all that frequent as time gets on) and I remember the Eurocity to Dresden was running a little late. I hastily bought a ticket online for it, about 5 euro, to get me over the border at least, and it was genuinely the highlight of the day. I had a compartment to myself, knocked off all the lights, and sat in blissful silence as we travelling down the Elbe Valley as daylight faded.

The next day, I had a massive locofest on the S-Bahn, and had a wander around the Elbe Valley properly, as well as visiting the beautiful wee town of Meissen. This was followed up by an IC+ICE journey from Dresden to Hamburg, switching in Hannover, all in First Class. It was only 41EUR for the journey, and it was an absolute pleasure.

Arriving at Hamburg, I was met by one of my friends, and was introduced to his friends from home (he's on my course, but from Hamburg) and we drank the night away on the Reeperbahn.

After a naff start to the trip, I really needed all that.
 

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The £50 travel allowance was a restriction on the amount of currency you could take abroad. Roy Jenkins imposed it during one of the periodic balance of payments crises that afflicted the country in the 1960s. I had booked to go to Denmark for a month's residential course, so I would have needed more than that, but it wasn't allowed because it wasn't strictly part of my degree course, just something I wanted to do.

Further (hopefully not too inane) enquiry: I presume it was Danish that you were studying. An unusual -- but I have no doubt, interesting -- choice of foreign tongue. I've heard that the language tends to be surprisingly hard for non-Danes to learn.
 

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It would probably be my weekend up to Scotland in May 2019 - ScotRail had an offer on where if you had a season ticket, you could travel anywhere using their services over their weekend. Someone on the forum found this out, and suggested buying a Golf Street to Barry Links First Class weekly season for £9, which I did:

Friday night, I went straight from work down to Crewe, to get the seated sleeper up to Fort William. Luckily it was still MK2/MK3 coaches, and they were surprisingly comfy. Whilst I didn't get much sleep, I'm happy to say it was probably one of the best journeys I've ever made. Standing beside an open droplight all the way from Helensburgh to Fort William certainly made my day. From there, I went behind my first steam train, on the Jacobite up to Mallaig. That was really nice as, surprisingly, I had two seats to myself so I could get up and stand by a droplight whenever I wanted. Glenfinnan Viaduct certainly lived up to its expectation, as did the half hour stop at the quaint station of Glenfinnan.

I spent roughly an hour in Mallaig, then got the ferry over to the Isle of Skye for the surprisingly good price of £3. It was a sunny day so the water was bright blue. I just wish it lasted longer.
From there, I got the bus up to Broadford, spending about an hour there, walking along Broadford Bay. I got the Citylink bus/coach to Kyle of Lochalsh, followed by the train to Inverness, where I called it a day and retired to a cheap hostel.

Sunday, I got one of the first trains out of Inverness, which went as far as Inverurie. A quick hop on a replacement bus dropped me off at Dyce, where I got the train to Aberdeen. I've been to Aberdeen a few times, so I didn't spend long there. I then got my first ScotRail HST down to Queen Street. I'd not previously had much look with them as they tended to break down whenever I wanted them. Whilst this wasn't a refurb, it had GWR-brand coaches which meant a very nice First Class, and my favourite (as you can tell): a droplight.

A bit more modern traction followed, as I got a pair of 385s down to Edinburgh. The seats weren't as bad as I was expecting as they kept me upright, and a free coffee or two from the trolley was much appreciated. The final leg was a cheap advance on Transpennine, down the West Coast to Manchester Airport. Upon inspection of my ticket around Carstairs, the guard pointed out I'd booked my ticket for a week ahead. *turds* I thought to myself. He asked where I'd came from and about my journey, and if I had tickets for those which I showed him. For some reason though, the guard never came back when he said he went to get his ticket machine. To this day, I'm not sure whether he took pity on me...
 

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My all-time favourite has to be an about-ten-days' tour in France in late summer 1967. Especially poignant for me, in that while I have always loved France and its railways: however, constraints -- largely, earlier from being a non-autonomous kid; later, financial -- have meant that this 1967 "bash" was the only concentrated look I ever got, at French steam in regular everyday service. (I had spent some time in France the previous year, but for various reasons, did relatively little "railwaying" then.)

The 1967 doings, carried out with two fellow-enthusiasts, focused chiefly on the north-western quarter of France: in the mid / late 1960s, the north of the country was better for steam in both quantity and variety, than further south; and we had a particular reason for wanting to include Brittany in our itinerary. We were on the move for the majority of the time -- felt fairly exhausted by the end of the tour. We rated it as distinctly worthwhile as regards experiencing SNCF steam. The steam classes behind which we travelled, were 4-8-2 241P; 2-8-2 141R; 2-8-2T 141TB and 141TC; and on the tour's last train ride, Amiens -- Calais with a Pacific which was either 231G or 231K (my notes on the tour are long lost; and at all events, by the end I found myself beginning to suffer from "battle fatigue" and might well have failed to determine the loco's number or class). We additionally saw in action: 2-8-2 141P, 2-10-0 150P, and elderly 2-8-0 140C, and I think, 0-10-0T shunters (potentially more than one class) at Calais and Boulogne; other types were observed, but not in steam. Numerous interesting and pleasant rail journeys were enjoyed, with assorted forms of traction; and the weather was kind to us -- beautifully sunny throughout the tour.

The reason for our targeting of Brittany was to take a look at the very last knockings of the metre-gauge element of the then till-lately-magnificent Reseau Breton system. As at a year previously to our visit, this entity had been operating some hundreds of kilometres of lines of standard and (mostly) metre gauge, spreading through wide reaches of the Breton peninsula: lines with freight and -- on nearly all -- passenger, services; passenger almost all railcar, freight steam. Had been France's biggest surviving metre-gauge system: alas, its metre gauge was done away with in rapidly-succeeding stages commencing early 1967. By the time we arrived at Carhaix, the system's operational and administrative centre whence its various routes radiated: the busiest of these, to the SNCF north-coast main line at Guingamp, had been converted to standard gauge; all that remained active on metre gauge were curtailed portions of the formerly very long east-to-west route passing through Carhaix, as at our visit carrying freight only -- even this to cease only weeks after we were there. One or two freight trains each way per day were working on these metre-gauge lines, these hauled by the undertaking's impressive Mallet 0-6-6-0Ts. We observed a certain amount of this action -- also much shunting at Carhaix, performed by steam: metre-gauge Mallets, plus one beautiful little 4-6-0T, and standard-gauge SNCF 141TC 2-8-2Ts. Requests for brake-van travel on a freight were refused, albeit politely, by the superintendent at Carhaix: we managed to cadge some 12 kilometres of illicit "brake-vanning" by travelling by bus, in advance of the scheduled freight, to a town some way east of Carhaix; and pleading with the train crew for a short ride. Return to Carhaix was made by another bus.

The Reseau Breton had one section which at 1967 had already long been standard gauge: the branch from Guingamp to Paimpol on the Channel coast (still in passenger service today). In 1967, this branch was railcar-operated except for a daily mixed-train working each way, motive power 141TC 2-8-2T. We travelled one day, on the "mixeds" in each direction -- not speedy, but excellent fun.

A couple of days later came our tour's other metre-gauge experience: the Le Blanc -- Argent line in the Loire valley (still, in part, with passenger services today). I for one, found this outfit a bit of a come-down after the Reseau Breton -- not only because of its then having long been (as we were aware beforehand) all-diesel. While the RB, although at death's door, still had a smartly-run and workmanlike air to it -- with track still in excellent condition -- the Blanc -- Argent and its railcars had for me something of a flimsy / down-at-heel / "cheapskate" feel, with scruffy sand-ballasted track, and running through countryside which though not ugly, seemed rather humdrum. We had time to cover only part of this line's route -- using it as a segment of a day's progress in a generally easterly direction. I am glad to have "done" the BA (have never revisited it); however, though I'm a big fan of the narrow gauge in all its forms, I must rate this line as having afforded one of my least-enjoyable n/g experiences.

High-points generally of this French trip: the Reseau Breton, of course. Action with the huge and magnificent 4-8-2s of class 241P -- France's last generation of steam express locos, mostly relegated as at the late 1950s, through modernisation, to secondary main lines. In 1967 they remained active on just three routes: on all of which we witnessed them in service, and had 241P haulage on two of the three -- if, on one of them, in far from favourable circumstances (see below). Sampling, albeit briefly, Paris suburban steam working from the two termini which then still featured same: by 2-8-2Ts, class 141TC out of Gare du Nord; and the rather archaic-looking class 141TB on the odd little suburban line from the small Bastille terminus -- that station as of now long defunct, with the line absorbed into the electric Reseau Express Regional system. We saw plenty, almost throughout the tour -- including a couple of journeys behind them -- of the 141R mixed-traffic 2-8-2s: SNCF's most numerous steam class, built in large numbers in North America in the late 1940s to make good World War II damage and destruction. A rugged design, visually ugly and highly un-French-looking: but by all accounts, excellent locos: they were, some seven years after our visit, the last steam class in "mainstream / full / proper" SNCF service. Some 141Rs burned coal, some oil; we experienced both varieties. Spoilt creatures though this makes us appear from a 2020 perspective: 141Rs were so numerous and frequently met with, that at length we came to feel a little tired of them. On our last full day in France we made a long day-trip from Paris over the 200-kilometres-odd east to Chaumont, on the main line to Mulhouse and Switzerland. Chaumont then was a wonderful steam stronghold, with a large steam shed inhabited by several classes, some not very common -- and absolutely no 141Rs. Expresses were diesel-worked between Paris and Chaumont, with power changeover there: haulage east of Chaumont was 241P. We had no actual travel behind steam that day -- just a number of diesel-hauled hours through (as often on our tour) quietly beautiful and little-marred countryside; but the steam scene at Chaumont, where we spent a number of hours, was busy and breathtaking.

Our tour had a few sub-optimal patches; the undoubted worst being a gruelling overnight run from southern Brittany to Le Mans on a relief holiday express: all seats taken, with our having thus to spend many hours standing in the corridor -- no trying to sit down therein, this being made sure of by a bad-tempered guard who ceaselessly patrolled the train to enforce compliance. This "train from hell" was hauled initially by an oil-fired 141R, later by a 241P; unfortunately, most of the time we were feeling too wretched to care very much what was up front. Despite the occasional "hair in the custard", I definitely consider "France 1967", my remembered-as-most-delightful railway venture; and reckonably, never to be bettered in this world -- with self well-stricken in years, and everyday commercial steam working, effectively no more on the planet.
 
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Wow Great thread, great idea.
Probably my best trip was my very first. My Dad took me and my 2 cousins from Seaburn Station to Newcastle. I was used to sitting by the line side, watching the 101s go by, with the odd coal train to Monkwearmouth Colliery and Sunderland South Dock. Also looking at the gronk parked nearby the Signal Box, getting all excited when the semaphore signals went up, knowing something was coming. Getting on a 101 and noticing just how bouncy the seats were. I was that excited kid, notebook n pencil in my pocket, Dad always told me to carry a pencil, as they work best if it rains and your paper gets a bit damp.
Getting to Newcastle, seeing big trains was fascinating, asking the driver if I could have a look and sit in the seat. Seeing an 03, parked beside some blue coaches, parcel vans I later discovered and thinking it was a steam engine, only for my older cousins to tell me it's not a steam engine, it's a diesel a shunter. I did ask why it had a funnel then, if its not a steam train and my cousin said, cos its quite old. I looked at my Dad and he just said, yeah it's cos they're older than some trains your seeing today. I had to admit I loved the big engines, the noise they made as they left, especially the ones with the big yellow noses, they were really loud, I discovered they were called Deltics, I remember saying to my cousins, they look like the ones we see on coal trains, to which I'm told, you'd never see a deltic on a coal train, the ones on coalies, as we called them then, are 37s. I'd get excited seeing trains coming over the King Eddie Bridge towards us.
I got the hang of it after a while but seeing trains like this, the whistles and men with flags, the roar of engines, toots off drivers, to a very young boy, as I was at the time, just left me awe struck, we could've been there for 12hrs(we weren't) straight and the time would've just flew. I'm sure went to Carricks for chips and cans of coke and had them on the station.
Drivers of trains gave us badges, and old timetables, I was in total awe of them, I lost count of times, I got my hair ruffled and told to be a good lad and got waved back at as I waved them off.
I no doubt probably kicked off when it was time to go but go we did and my mother, was probably bored rigid when I got home to tell her the things I'd seen n done.
I still get the odd flashback standing on the South end of Platform 9 and 10, now, 3 n 4. A great memory that I hope will never ever be taken away from me.
 

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Wow Great thread, great idea.
Probably my best trip was my very first. My Dad took me and my 2 cousins from Seaburn Station to Newcastle. I was used to sitting by the line side, watching the 101s go by, with the odd coal train to Monkwearmouth Colliery and Sunderland South Dock. Also looking at the gronk parked nearby the Signal Box, getting all excited when the semaphore signals went up, knowing something was coming. Getting on a 101 and noticing just how bouncy the seats were. I was that excited kid, notebook n pencil in my pocket, Dad always told me to carry a pencil, as they work best if it rains and your paper gets a bit damp.
Getting to Newcastle, seeing big trains was fascinating, asking the driver if I could have a look and sit in the seat. Seeing an 03, parked beside some blue coaches, parcel vans I later discovered and thinking it was a steam engine, only for my older cousins to tell me it's not a steam engine, it's a diesel a shunter. I did ask why it had a funnel then, if its not a steam train and my cousin said, cos its quite old. I looked at my Dad and he just said, yeah it's cos they're older than some trains your seeing today. I had to admit I loved the big engines, the noise they made as they left, especially the ones with the big yellow noses, they were really loud, I discovered they were called Deltics, I remember saying to my cousins, they look like the ones we see on coal trains, to which I'm told, you'd never see a deltic on a coal train, the ones on coalies, as we called them then, are 37s. I'd get excited seeing trains coming over the King Eddie Bridge towards us.
I got the hang of it after a while but seeing trains like this, the whistles and men with flags, the roar of engines, toots off drivers, to a very young boy, as I was at the time, just left me awe struck, we could've been there for 12hrs(we weren't) straight and the time would've just flew. I'm sure went to Carricks for chips and cans of coke and had them on the station.
Drivers of trains gave us badges, and old timetables, I was in total awe of them, I lost count of times, I got my hair ruffled and told to be a good lad and got waved back at as I waved them off.
I no doubt probably kicked off when it was time to go but go we did and my mother, was probably bored rigid when I got home to tell her the things I'd seen n done.
I still get the odd flashback standing on the South end of Platform 9 and 10, now, 3 n 4. A great memory that I hope will never ever be taken away from me.
Great story LSG. I note that it is the Deltics that impressed you back then, not the 47s!

I also spent many an hour standing at the south end of P9 & 10, and plenty of lunchtime chips from Carricks!
 

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There were several to choose from, but in the end I decided to plump for the 23 Jan 1999 and a run with D9000 Royal Scots Grey. Although RSG had been a regular on the mainline since 1997 and had some great runs off her, this was my own personal favourite. I'd booked a table for 4 as a mate from Spalding & a mate fron Norwich were joining me and my father for the run. There had been a fair bit of publicity for this in the local press, so the platforms were pretty packed when I got there. To get the best aural experience, I found a spare droplight and opened it wide (without sticking my head out!) and prepared for departure. the guards whistle was the cue for 2 hours or so of pure Napier music. One of my aims was to get a confirmed speed of 100 mph with D9000 as previous attempts had seen speeds of 99 mph, but no more. This time there was no doubt as I logged a whole mile at 101 mph before Diss, and another spell of high speed running saw 100 mph in the vicinity of Witham. Arrival was just a minute down on 86 timings. While D9000 headed out for fuel, we visited the McDonalds on the station for lunch, then headed back for the return run. This was something special, as D9000 beat the electric schedule to Colchester aided by 103 mph through Witham and several other 100 mph speeds. Arrival at Norwich was exactly on time - the Deltic having matched 86 timings to boot. Although I had a couple more runs with D9000 on the GEML, nothing will ever match that day. As my Spalding chum said - "it's got a bit of poke about it", and he was right!!
 

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Great story LSG. I note that it is the Deltics that impressed you back then, not the 47s!

I also spent many an hour standing at the south end of P9 & 10, and plenty of lunchtime chips from Carricks!

If truth be told, I didn't really know what was what, until my cousins told me. The noise off the Deltics was a tad scary at first. The love of 47s came later on in my youth.
 
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I remember in August 2018 I had myself an "Interrail Round 2" to follow-up a recent global Interrail pass, except it was a strung-together mix of local tickets.

I'd had an absolutely horrible start in the Berlin and Brandenburg region as well as on a brief foray to Poland, getting accosted by drunks, homeless folk, as well as some very curt staff. I then had an even worse day bashing in Thuringia, with unannounced engineering works, disruption, borderline threatening bus drivers, naff weather, the lot. On arrival in Dresden that night I was truly fed up.

Then the following 48 hours were probably one of the highlights of my travels so far.

I headed out on an early train to the Czech border, before catching the Nationalparkbahn to Decin. My tickets weren't even technically valid on their own, as they only went to/from each side of their respective border with nothing to bridge the gap. The conductor however refused to take my money for the extra part and even returned at the end of the journey to tell me where all the connections were leaving from (in German- I figured it was polite to speak to her in a language from a country that the train stopped in!) and had a good loco-hauled trip to Most via Usti-nad-Labem. These days most of that route is operated by Regiojet with second-hand German DMUs.

I then had a rather comical trip to Beroun (outside Prague) via the backwater lines which contained two substitutions with buses. Both conductors (as bus replacements over there involve the train crew hopping on the bus with you so they stayed with us for each scheduled journey) were absolute characters too. The first one was a young dreadlocked bloke who looked at me as I was last off the train off the bus (took me a minute to work out what was happening), laughed and said "you know I'll speak English if you want me to". The connecting train then waited for me as the first service was running a little late, and that conductor was again, a character. I shared the front part of the unit with him, and while he was merrily hacking into a mango with a knife, he asked if I had any change for a 200kc note, before asking where I was going, realising I didn't speak Czech, and with some comical gesturing I realised we were in for another bus again.

That part of the world (Krivotlatsko National Park?) is genuinely gorgeous. It was actually good fun hopping off, taking in the valleys, then having a breakneck coach journey a few stops down the line.

I then headed into Prague and met up with a friend for a pint which cost me a whole £1.08, before stocking up on food and booze before having a trip up the Prague Semmering line and playing with a loco-hauled turn that at the time went to Kladno-Ostravec. I remember standing in the pouring rain watching the loco run around, and despite being soaked through, all was right in the world. The weather cleared up as I headed up back towards the border (as services aren't all that frequent as time gets on) and I remember the Eurocity to Dresden was running a little late. I hastily bought a ticket online for it, about 5 euro, to get me over the border at least, and it was genuinely the highlight of the day. I had a compartment to myself, knocked off all the lights, and sat in blissful silence as we travelling down the Elbe Valley as daylight faded.

The next day, I had a massive locofest on the S-Bahn, and had a wander around the Elbe Valley properly, as well as visiting the beautiful wee town of Meissen. This was followed up by an IC+ICE journey from Dresden to Hamburg, switching in Hannover, all in First Class. It was only 41EUR for the journey, and it was an absolute pleasure.

Arriving at Hamburg, I was met by one of my friends, and was introduced to his friends from home (he's on my course, but from Hamburg) and we drank the night away on the Reeperbahn.

After a naff start to the trip, I really needed all that.

Excellent, probably felt even better after getting off to a bad start! I think a bad start is definitely better than a bad finish, you then at least have time to recover it. Not sure personally that I would enjoy Czech RRB's!
 

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It would probably be my weekend up to Scotland in May 2019 - ScotRail had an offer on where if you had a season ticket, you could travel anywhere using their services over their weekend. Someone on the forum found this out, and suggested buying a Golf Street to Barry Links First Class weekly season for £9, which I did:

Friday night, I went straight from work down to Crewe, to get the seated sleeper up to Fort William. Luckily it was still MK2/MK3 coaches, and they were surprisingly comfy. Whilst I didn't get much sleep, I'm happy to say it was probably one of the best journeys I've ever made. Standing beside an open droplight all the way from Helensburgh to Fort William certainly made my day. From there, I went behind my first steam train, on the Jacobite up to Mallaig. That was really nice as, surprisingly, I had two seats to myself so I could get up and stand by a droplight whenever I wanted. Glenfinnan Viaduct certainly lived up to its expectation, as did the half hour stop at the quaint station of Glenfinnan.

I spent roughly an hour in Mallaig, then got the ferry over to the Isle of Skye for the surprisingly good price of £3. It was a sunny day so the water was bright blue. I just wish it lasted longer.
From there, I got the bus up to Broadford, spending about an hour there, walking along Broadford Bay. I got the Citylink bus/coach to Kyle of Lochalsh, followed by the train to Inverness, where I called it a day and retired to a cheap hostel.

Sunday, I got one of the first trains out of Inverness, which went as far as Inverurie. A quick hop on a replacement bus dropped me off at Dyce, where I got the train to Aberdeen. I've been to Aberdeen a few times, so I didn't spend long there. I then got my first ScotRail HST down to Queen Street. I'd not previously had much look with them as they tended to break down whenever I wanted them. Whilst this wasn't a refurb, it had GWR-brand coaches which meant a very nice First Class, and my favourite (as you can tell): a droplight.

A bit more modern traction followed, as I got a pair of 385s down to Edinburgh. The seats weren't as bad as I was expecting as they kept me upright, and a free coffee or two from the trolley was much appreciated. The final leg was a cheap advance on Transpennine, down the West Coast to Manchester Airport. Upon inspection of my ticket around Carstairs, the guard pointed out I'd booked my ticket for a week ahead. *turds* I thought to myself. He asked where I'd came from and about my journey, and if I had tickets for those which I showed him. For some reason though, the guard never came back when he said he went to get his ticket machine. To this day, I'm not sure whether he took pity on me...

That does sound a truly phenomenal trip, with some great traction and places visited. Scotrail do do some good offers every now and again don't they.

A lot of railway seem happy to give a bit of leeway for honest mistakes, especially if you're nice too. I've had that happen before a couple of times now!
 

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My all-time favourite has to be an about-ten-days' tour in France in late summer 1967. Especially poignant for me, in that while I have always loved France and its railways: however, constraints -- largely, earlier from being a non-autonomous kid; later, financial -- have meant that this 1967 "bash" was the only concentrated look I ever got, at French steam in regular everyday service. (I had spent some time in France the previous year, but for various reasons, did relatively little "railwaying" then.)

The 1967 doings, carried out with two fellow-enthusiasts, focused chiefly on the north-western quarter of France: in the mid / late 1960s, the north of the country was better for steam in both quantity and variety, than further south; and we had a particular reason for wanting to include Brittany in our itinerary. We were on the move for the majority of the time -- felt fairly exhausted by the end of the tour. We rated it as distinctly worthwhile as regards experiencing SNCF steam. The steam classes behind which we travelled, were 4-8-2 241P; 2-8-2 141R; 2-8-2T 141TB and 141TC; and on the tour's last train ride, Amiens -- Calais with a Pacific which was either 231G or 231K (my notes on the tour are long lost; and at all events, by the end I found myself beginning to suffer from "battle fatigue" and might well have failed to determine the loco's number or class). We additionally saw in action: 2-8-2 141P, 2-10-0 150P, and elderly 2-8-0 140C, and I think, 0-10-0T shunters (potentially more than one class) at Calais and Boulogne; other types were observed, but not in steam. Numerous interesting and pleasant rail journeys were enjoyed, with assorted forms of traction; and the weather was kind to us -- beautifully sunny throughout the tour.

The reason for our targeting of Brittany was to take a look at the very last knockings of the metre-gauge element of the then till-lately-magnificent Reseau Breton system. As at a year previously to our visit, this entity had been operating some hundreds of kilometres of lines of standard and (mostly) metre gauge, spreading through wide reaches of the Breton peninsula: lines with freight and -- on nearly all -- passenger, services; passenger almost all railcar, freight steam. Had been France's biggest surviving metre-gauge system: alas, its metre gauge was done away with in rapidly-succeeding stages commencing early 1967. By the time we arrived at Carhaix, the system's operational and administrative centre whence its various routes radiated: the busiest of these, to the SNCF north-coast main line at Guingamp, had been converted to standard gauge; all that remained active on metre gauge were curtailed portions of the formerly very long east-to-west route passing through Carhaix, as at our visit carrying freight only -- even this to cease only weeks after we were there. One or two freight trains each way per day were working on these metre-gauge lines, these hauled by the undertaking's impressive Mallet 0-6-6-0Ts. We observed a certain amount of this action -- also much shunting at Carhaix, performed by steam: metre-gauge Mallets, plus one beautiful little 4-6-0T, and standard-gauge SNCF 141TC 2-8-2Ts. Requests for brake-van travel on a freight were refused, albeit politely, by the superintendent at Carhaix: we managed to cadge some 12 kilometres of illicit "brake-vanning" by travelling by bus, in advance of the scheduled freight, to a town some way east of Carhaix; and pleading with the train crew for a short ride. Return to Carhaix was made by another bus.

The Reseau Breton had one section which at 1967 had already long been standard gauge: the branch from Guingamp to Paimpol on the Channel coast (still in passenger service today). In 1967, this branch was railcar-operated except for a daily mixed-train working each way, motive power 141TC 2-8-2T. We travelled one day, on the "mixeds" in each direction -- not speedy, but excellent fun.

A couple of days later came our tour's other metre-gauge experience: the Le Blanc -- Argent line in the Loire valley (still, in part, with passenger services today). I for one, found this outfit a bit of a come-down after the Reseau Breton -- not only because of its then having long been (as we were aware beforehand) all-diesel. While the RB, although at death's door, still had a smartly-run and workmanlike air to it -- with track still in excellent condition -- the Blanc -- Argent and its railcars had for me something of a flimsy / down-at-heel / "cheapskate" feel, with scruffy sand-ballasted track, and running through countryside which though not ugly, seemed rather humdrum. We had time to cover only part of this line's route -- using it as a segment of a day's progress in a generally easterly direction. I am glad to have "done" the BA (have never revisited it); however, though I'm a big fan of the narrow gauge in all its forms, I must rate this line as having afforded one of my least-enjoyable n/g experiences.

High-points generally of this French trip: the Reseau Breton, of course. Action with the huge and magnificent 4-8-2s of class 241P -- France's last generation of steam express locos, mostly relegated as at the late 1950s, through modernisation, to secondary main lines. In 1967 they remained active on just three routes: on all of which we witnessed them in service, and had 241P haulage on two of the three -- if, on one of them, in far from favourable circumstances (see below). Sampling, albeit briefly, Paris suburban steam working from the two termini which then still featured same: by 2-8-2Ts, class 141TC out of Gare du Nord; and the rather archaic-looking class 141TB on the odd little suburban line from the small Bastille terminus -- that station as of now long defunct, with the line absorbed into the electric Reseau Express Regional system. We saw plenty, almost throughout the tour -- including a couple of journeys behind them -- of the 141R mixed-traffic 2-8-2s: SNCF's most numerous steam class, built in large numbers in North America in the late 1940s to make good World War II damage and destruction. A rugged design, visually ugly and highly un-French-looking: but by all accounts, excellent locos: they were, some seven years after our visit, the last steam class in "mainstream / full / proper" SNCF service. Some 141Rs burned coal, some oil; we experienced both varieties. Spoilt creatures though this makes us appear from a 2020 perspective: 141Rs were so numerous and frequently met with, that at length we came to feel a little tired of them. On our last full day in France we made a long day-trip from Paris over the 200-kilometres-odd east to Chaumont, on the main line to Mulhouse and Switzerland. Chaumont then was a wonderful steam stronghold, with a large steam shed inhabited by several classes, some not very common -- and absolutely no 141Rs. Expresses were diesel-worked between Paris and Chaumont, with power changeover there: haulage east of Chaumont was 241P. We had no actual travel behind steam that day -- just a number of diesel-hauled hours through (as often on our tour) quietly beautiful and little-marred countryside; but the steam scene at Chaumont, where we spent a number of hours, was busy and breathtaking.

Our tour had a few sub-optimal patches; the undoubted worst being a gruelling overnight run from southern Brittany to Le Mans on a relief holiday express: all seats taken, with our having thus to spend many hours standing in the corridor -- no trying to sit down therein, this being made sure of by a bad-tempered guard who ceaselessly patrolled the train to enforce compliance. This "train from hell" was hauled initially by an oil-fired 141R, later by a 241P; unfortunately, most of the time we were feeling too wretched to care very much what was up front. Despite the occasional "hair in the custard", I definitely consider "France 1967", my remembered-as-most-delightful railway venture; and reckonably, never to be bettered in this world -- with self well-stricken in years, and everyday commercial steam working, effectively no more on the planet.

Now that is something completely different and unexpected. An excellent recollection and thank you for sharing. It does indeed seem like another world you have described for us. Well done on getting a brake-van ride, that must have been good fun.
 

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Wow Great thread, great idea.
Probably my best trip was my very first. My Dad took me and my 2 cousins from Seaburn Station to Newcastle. I was used to sitting by the line side, watching the 101s go by, with the odd coal train to Monkwearmouth Colliery and Sunderland South Dock. Also looking at the gronk parked nearby the Signal Box, getting all excited when the semaphore signals went up, knowing something was coming. Getting on a 101 and noticing just how bouncy the seats were. I was that excited kid, notebook n pencil in my pocket, Dad always told me to carry a pencil, as they work best if it rains and your paper gets a bit damp.
Getting to Newcastle, seeing big trains was fascinating, asking the driver if I could have a look and sit in the seat. Seeing an 03, parked beside some blue coaches, parcel vans I later discovered and thinking it was a steam engine, only for my older cousins to tell me it's not a steam engine, it's a diesel a shunter. I did ask why it had a funnel then, if its not a steam train and my cousin said, cos its quite old. I looked at my Dad and he just said, yeah it's cos they're older than some trains your seeing today. I had to admit I loved the big engines, the noise they made as they left, especially the ones with the big yellow noses, they were really loud, I discovered they were called Deltics, I remember saying to my cousins, they look like the ones we see on coal trains, to which I'm told, you'd never see a deltic on a coal train, the ones on coalies, as we called them then, are 37s. I'd get excited seeing trains coming over the King Eddie Bridge towards us.
I got the hang of it after a while but seeing trains like this, the whistles and men with flags, the roar of engines, toots off drivers, to a very young boy, as I was at the time, just left me awe struck, we could've been there for 12hrs(we weren't) straight and the time would've just flew. I'm sure went to Carricks for chips and cans of coke and had them on the station.
Drivers of trains gave us badges, and old timetables, I was in total awe of them, I lost count of times, I got my hair ruffled and told to be a good lad and got waved back at as I waved them off.
I no doubt probably kicked off when it was time to go but go we did and my mother, was probably bored rigid when I got home to tell her the things I'd seen n done.
I still get the odd flashback standing on the South end of Platform 9 and 10, now, 3 n 4. A great memory that I hope will never ever be taken away from me.

Great memories, thanks for sharing. I suppose we all probably had similar feeling of excitement on our first trips, hence why we stayed with the hobby!
 

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There were several to choose from, but in the end I decided to plump for the 23 Jan 1999 and a run with D9000 Royal Scots Grey. Although RSG had been a regular on the mainline since 1997 and had some great runs off her, this was my own personal favourite. I'd booked a table for 4 as a mate from Spalding & a mate fron Norwich were joining me and my father for the run. There had been a fair bit of publicity for this in the local press, so the platforms were pretty packed when I got there. To get the best aural experience, I found a spare droplight and opened it wide (without sticking my head out!) and prepared for departure. the guards whistle was the cue for 2 hours or so of pure Napier music. One of my aims was to get a confirmed speed of 100 mph with D9000 as previous attempts had seen speeds of 99 mph, but no more. This time there was no doubt as I logged a whole mile at 101 mph before Diss, and another spell of high speed running saw 100 mph in the vicinity of Witham. Arrival was just a minute down on 86 timings. While D9000 headed out for fuel, we visited the McDonalds on the station for lunch, then headed back for the return run. This was something special, as D9000 beat the electric schedule to Colchester aided by 103 mph through Witham and several other 100 mph speeds. Arrival at Norwich was exactly on time - the Deltic having matched 86 timings to boot. Although I had a couple more runs with D9000 on the GEML, nothing will ever match that day. As my Spalding chum said - "it's got a bit of poke about it", and he was right!!

An excellent memory thanks for sharing. I do think Deltics are pretty unbeatable in terms of noise and sheer power- hence why they can rival electric loco's. Definitely one of the finest machines to travel behind on the mainline.
 

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Excluding trips to Scotland, which are also stand-outs for me, I'll nominate summer Saturdays on the Cambrian Coast. An assortment of 37s on their own or in pairs, being rescued by a 25, getting a 40 + 25 combo out of Pwllheli, and of course managing to get a pint in Aberystwyth between 11.00 opening time and catching the 11.20 departure.

Happy days!
 

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Ah yes, I remember reading that one when you originally posted it. What we'd all give for BR blue 87's on passenger workings now. Are they still going over there, how long do you think they will last, do they do any normal passenger services?
All freight but nearly all in service, 008 is long term demic and little more than a shell, 014 never entered service and has only been used as a spare donor. There is one known service train rescue, 022, but unfortunately that was a major factor in no more tours as they got asked where their safety case was when they asked BDZ to pay!

Fleet status (bit out of date but no major change in BG)
https://87015aewn.wordpress.com/class-87s-in-bulgaria/the-locos-class-87/

Might get round to updating some of the pages now I won't be in Bulgaria this weekend myself :(
 

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Now that is something completely different and unexpected. An excellent recollection and thank you for sharing. It does indeed seem like another world you have described for us. Well done on getting a brake-van ride, that must have been good fun.

I feel highly complimented -- thank you. The Reseau Breton, told of in my post, featured in the greatest act of utter stupidity and wantonly missed opportunity in the whole of my railway-enthusiast "career". I've previously told this humiliating tale, on "Railway History & Nostalgia": in 1966 -- the previous year to my visit as recounted -- I spent some months in Paris; the idea being, getting acquainted with French language and culture prior to studying same at university. The Reseau Breton was then in its final year of being fully in action, for freight and passenger. It would have been perfectly possible for me in all respects, to go there and spend a day or two exploring the system: I mused over its timetables, and toyed with the idea of such an expedition -- but decided against it, figuring that I was supposed to have other, non-railway fish to fry; and that I should be able to make such a trip, in a future year. I had no idea then, that the RB was imminently threatened -- a thing of which those in the know must have been aware, as at mid-'66 -- nonetheless: of all the rash and idiotic assumptions to make in a Western European country in the mid-1960s... scarcely a day has gone by in the fifty-plus-a-few years between then and now, in which I have not mentally kicked myself over this bit of wilful missing-out.
 

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I've several - but one trip I was beaming with delight was to and from Oxford and Birmingham on January 16th a few months ago. Why? Well...

Let's say I've watched a programme for the past 15 years (I'm 27) and she starred in it from around 2014 til I think late 2019 / early 2020 (I'd say what programme but I'm worried I'll give it away). I follow her on Twitter since what 2018 - I'm on her tweet notifications. Via this, I found out in roughly early October 2019 she starred in Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. One of the performance dates was Thursday 16th January 2020.

Regrettably, I didn't have the money til October 10th a few days later. I even managed to reserve one of I think just 3 front row seats for the 2pm performance.

I wasn't the only one who came to watch someone star in the play. It was wonderful and lets say the actress's smiles was really needed :)!

I got the 10:10 from Oxford to Birmingham New Street and the 19:33 back which the evening train was around 20 minutes late.

I got off the 10:10 at Birmingham New Street around 11:20 and the 11:12 Plymouth service conveniently was around 20 minutes late. This was good as it meant I was allowed to get my best video yet of an HST come into Birmingham New Street.

So really a fantastic day it was :)!

Thanks for creating this sort of thread as well.
 

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This thread has potential for making people very envious and, Calthrop, your contribution certainly does that to me -- but even before your latest post, I was thinking that you would probably be similarly envious of those who saw the Réseau Breton in full operation.

I can't really complain too much, as I have been fortunate enough to have had various memorable rail trips, steam and otherwise, and for someone born two years after the end of main line steam in the UK (and with other interests as well as railways), I have seen a reasonable amount of 'real' non-preserved working steam -- but most of it was very much the last remnants, and some of it only semi-'real'. I think one has to accept that the feeling of 'it would have been so much better if I'd been there a few years earlier' is an inevitable consequence of taking an interest in 'real' steam, or in anything else (on or off the railways) that's in decline.

One contender for best-ever trip was my first visit to Poland in October 1995. By then the standard-gauge steam operation at Wolsztyn was deliberately kept going for its historic interest and probably wouldn't have satisfied purists like Calthrop, but it was a very good approximation to the completely-real thing for anyone who hadn't got there sooner -- I describe it as being like an African national park which was deliberately protected from being turned into farmland but within which the animals were living their lives much as they always had done. And the narrow-gauge line at Środa was pretty much 100% 'real' steam (as was the similar but freight-only line at Gniezno, but that had to wait for a later visit as I was unaware of its existence in 1995).

The trip began with my first experience of Eurostar, followed by an overnight journey from Brussels to Poznań on the Ost-West express, which had been one of the trains that most caught my imagination when I discovered the Thomas Cook timetable in the 1980s. On my first day in Poland I visited Środa, where the locomotive crew saw me with my camera and invited me into the cab for the journey over track some of which reminded me of pictures of the Talyllyn Railway in the early 1950s; then over the next 3 days I travelled over 200 miles on steam-hauled trains around Wolsztyn, in beautiful autumn weather. Over half of this distance was on the footplate, including most of a day on a pick-up goods, and a journey beginning in the pre-dawn darkness on what became a busy commuter train by the time it reached Poznań. The historic cities of Poznań and Wrocław (to clarify, the latter not reached by steam) were a bonus.

The German part of the trip, involving the Zittau and Freital Hainsberg narrow gauge lines, a day's walking in the Zittauer Gebirge, sightseeing in Dresden and a short paddle steamer journey, was also interesting, albeit a bit tame compared with the Polish adventure.

(Here is a video -- not mine -- showing the Środa line in 1995).
 

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Excluding trips to Scotland, which are also stand-outs for me, I'll nominate summer Saturdays on the Cambrian Coast. An assortment of 37s on their own or in pairs, being rescued by a 25, getting a 40 + 25 combo out of Pwllheli, and of course managing to get a pint in Aberystwyth between 11.00 opening time and catching the 11.20 departure.

Happy days!

Excellent! I've still never had a 40, they appear to have somewhat disappeared off the mainline recently. Great work on that Pint too!
 

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All freight but nearly all in service, 008 is long term demic and little more than a shell, 014 never entered service and has only been used as a spare donor. There is one known service train rescue, 022, but unfortunately that was a major factor in no more tours as they got asked where their safety case was when they asked BDZ to pay!

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https://87015aewn.wordpress.com/class-87s-in-bulgaria/the-locos-class-87/

Might get round to updating some of the pages now I won't be in Bulgaria this weekend myself :(

Thanks for the info :)

Yes, I've lost a railway trip to Italy out of all this too :(
 

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Excellent! I've still never had a 40, they appear to have somewhat disappeared off the mainline recently. Great work on that Pint too!
We were students - an 11am pint was compulsory!

The 40 and 25 had worked up on a railtour and then returned to Shrewsbury on the service train. A bit of a bonus.
 
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