Once again I have been snowed under with "stuff" which has caused my absence from the forum.
Seeing my stress levels rising Mrs 13 chucked me out of the house for a few hours yesterday for some R & R.
After concentrating on 91 mileage last month my red pen needed a work out, but I had to go somewhere within an hour's drive.
Sheffield trams it was, then.
I began with 116 Meadowhall to Cathedral and took up position, determined not to move until a winner appeared.
Happily, it was a short wait as
118 soon showed up.
I took this to Spring Lane.
I had spotted a requirement heading the other way, so gambled on making it at Granville Road by taking the next service, which was worked by 123.
My gamble failed, 105 was leaving just as I arrived at the (quite some distant away) other platform.
The chase was on.
Cream liveried 120 was following 105 and took me back up the hill, to Hollinsend.
I wasn't taking any chances.
However 105 was to remain absent from my book a while longer, as the next arrival going towards the city centre was another wanted set,
102.
Never turn down your winners.
I knew 105 was on the Herdings Park to Cathedral services so I stayed on 102 to the latter and set up camp there.
102 pulls away from the Cathedral stop:
Sheffield Tram 102_2017.04.01_Cathedral by
Phil Wood, on Flickr
105 wasn't going to escape me.
Eventually it arrived and terminated.
I breathed a sigh of relief when we started moving - at least 105 wasn't going to be one that bugged me in future.
Well, so I thought.
I like to get trams for over a mile so intended on staying aboard for an enjoyable run up the hill to somewhere like Spring Road.
Alas, it was not to be.
At Sheffield Station we sat for a while, the lights went out, came back on and went out again.
The ticket inspector began to walk towards the cab.
The driver turned round and made a slicing movement with his hand across his throat.
This didn't look good.
Then he made an announcement.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I regret to announce that due to a fault with the tram this service will terminate here, all change please."
Blast.
At 55 chains, mostly down hill, that means I still need 105 for a decent run.
My pain was eased somewhat when, after 105 had sculked off towards the depot, another wanted set,
125, arrived going the same way.
This was done to Gleadless Townend.
Compensation for the 105 debacle:
Sheffield Tram 125_2017.04.01_Gleadless Townend by
Phil Wood, on Flickr
I now needed just one tram, 104, to clear and hadn't seen hide nor hair of it so decided to go after shacks.
123 was up next, all the way to
Hillsborough.
Adjacently numbered 122 followed, to
Shalesmoor.
Nothing noteworthy happened for a while, so in order to prevent boredom (no doubt in vain), I'll just list the next few moves:
110 Shalesmoor -
Middlewood
117 Middlewood -
Hillsborough Park
121 Hillsborough Park -
Leppings Lane
116 Leppings Lane -
Bamforth Street
120 Bamforth Street -
Malin Bridge
120 Malin Bridge -
Infirmary Road
108 Infirmary Road -
Langsett Primrose View
This was all the stops that side of the centre done, so with five remaining, all on the Meadowhall branch, you don't need to be Einstein to guess where I headed next.
115 was my chariot; it wasn't going to Meadowhall so I took it as far as Cathedral.
115 arriving at Langsett, Primroses may or may not be viewable in the lower left hand side, my flower knowledge is very poor

:
Sheffield Tram 115_2017.04.01_Langsett Primrose View by
Phil Wood, on Flickr
After that it was:
109 Cathedral -
Meadowhall South Tinsley
108 Meadowhall South Tinsley -
Nunnery Square
117 Nunnery Square -
Attercliffe
111 Attercliffe -
Woodbourn Road
That was my penultimate shack, so it just remained for me to take 116 to
Carbrook and my task was complete - all Sheffield Supertram stops visited, making it the second network to achieve this feat after Croydon earlier in the year.
Also in common with Croydon, I need just one tram to have had them all, mind you I won't be satisfied until 105 has cleared the mighty mile mark!
After scooping Carbrook it was 116 again, for the fourth time today, to Valley Centertainment, just to see if the name was still as ridiculous as I thought it was.
I decided that, yes, "Centertainment" is one of the worst words ever devised by man and headed back to Meadowhall and my car on 114.