Once I heard that a juicy pair of 68s were in action on the Cumbrian coast my planning muscles sprang into action.
Due to short staffing at work I’ve had to temporarily return to five short days, meaning no free Fridays until May.
Still, the 68s are out on Saturdays, so that shouldn’t be a problem.
I spent ages trying to work out the best balance of cost, driving distance and shack scoring that I could and came up with a nice little move that involved an early start but should be productive.
I’d purchased my bank-busting Cumbria Day Ranger on my way home from work on Friday, so that was sorted.
I left home at 05.30 and pulled into the car park at
Long Preston an hour later.
My target was the 06.55 Lancaster service.
This arrived more or less on time in the hands of 144017.
After forty minutes, spent bouncing around inside the 144, I was deposited at Carnforth.
This was what I foresaw as the pivotal moment of the day.
If the 144 was late I might be in trouble as I only had a plus four.
It was a couple of minutes early.
So far, so good.
My next train was 185129, this contained a single required coach, 53129, so that was where I sat.
Eighteen cleared now.
My arrival at Barrow gave me plenty of time to stroll over for the first of today’s four planned loco haulages.
This was 37403.
I intended to get a couple of new stations in; so instead of doing it as far as I could to get the 68s, I bailed at
Foxfield.
I was unaware at the time but this proved to be a very beneficial place to spend a bit of time.
Some great views and the curve of the line gives the opportunity for some nice photos.
37403_2018.03.24_3_Foxfield by
Phil Wood, on Flickr
Not long after 37403 had disappeared from sight, a flask train, headed by 68020 and 68004, came through going South.
The former being a winner for sight.
68020_2018.03.24_2_Foxfield_& 68004 by
Phil Wood, on Flickr
These were followed a few minutes later by a similar combination on a North bound train.
Another sight requirement, 68005, was leading dud for haulage 68002.
With my time profitably filled I left Foxfield on 156444.
I took this as far as
Askam
From now on my plan was simple.
The first thing North to meet 68017 & 68018.
I would do 68018 to Barrow followed by 68017 to where-ever was appropriate to pick up 37403.
Do that to Lancaster, followed by the Morecambe – Leeds service back to Long Preston and home.
It started well enough, with 153301 and 156466 taking me to
Green Road.
I enjoyed my time at Green Road.
I could hear no man-made sounds at all, just the singing of numerous birds.
Most relaxing.
The time for my train approached and I heard a horn in the distance.
I couldn’t hear the throb of a 68, though.
I was after a 17 and I got one.
142017.
Blast.
Apparently, the set had been taken out of service on Friday night with a fault on one of the coaches.
Although my plan was in tatters I wasn’t going to remain downhearted for long.
I resolved to switch my attention to winning shacks.
Therefore, I left 142017 at
Kirkby-in-Furness.
Not what I was expecting:
DMU 142017_2018.03.24_3_Kirkby-in-Furness by
Phil Wood, on Flickr
I had nearly an hour here before the same unit re-appeared and took me to my sixth new station of the day,
Bootle.
I recently re-calibrated my unit needs list.
There are numerous ones that I had back in the days when I didn’t bother recording the actual moves done on anything that wasn’t a loco.
I used to refer to these as “second choice” units but have now decided to just count them as required.
One DMU that fitted that description took me from Bootle.
This was
156438 and I called it a winner.
DMU 156438_2018.03.24_1_Bootle by
Phil Wood, on Flickr
This took me to
Silecroft.
The move now was to do the next service North and meet the 37.
I looked on RTT.
My next planned unit was, more or less, on time a Roose.
As the departure time approached I was joined on the platform by several other people.
A woman walked past and said “It’s twenty three minutes late”.
What?
I’d not long looked and it was on time.
Another view of RTT showed that she wasn’t winding me up.
On time arriving at Barrow, twenty three late leaving.
Not for the first time today I uttered a curse.
Some re-calculation followed.
If it didn’t lose any more time I would have four minutes at Ravenglass.
I crossed my fingers.
Eventually, dud for the day 156444 arrived and we were on our way.
I could have bailed at Bootle and played safe, but I enjoy the thrill of the chase so decided to risk going for a new station.
The 156 then proceeded to lose even more time.
37403 hammered by several minutes before I even had the chance to get off at Ravenglass.
There was now no need to bail there as I could make the next service to Barrow at the station I originally planned.
So I stayed on 156444 until
Seascale.
Another look on RTT showed that the train I was getting next was on time.
Having missed the 37, this was my last chance to make the Long Preston train I wanted.
It was a Barrow service and there was a plus five there for a Lancaster service that I could do to Carnforth.
Surely my bad luck for the day was over.
Nope.
It was on the display as being a couple of minutes down, but surely they would allow people time to get across from platform 3 to platform 1 at Barrow.
I was looking for it coming round the corner when a woman, who was also waiting, went to look at the information screen and loudly screamed “It’s just gone to ten minutes late”.
My heart sank.
Dud for the day 153301 and 156466 pulled in and I boarded.
When the guard came round I mentioned that I was hoping to make the 15.25 from Barrow.
She looked sceptical.
“Well, we might make up some time or that one might be late arriving. I’ll give them a ring and see if they’ll hold it.”
We made up no time and arrived at Barrow five minutes after the Preston train had left.
The guard came back to me shortly before we arrived and said that she had tried ringing control but got no answer and it was now too late to do anything about it.
I was far from the only person who had to wait an hour for the next one.
The 15.25 would have given me half an hour at Carnforth.
Missing it by five minutes meant that I had to go for the next Leeds service from Morecambe, meaning those five minutes had cost me three hours.
The 16.25 was 153332 on its own.
Nicely wedged with its usual punters plus those of us who hoped to get the one an hour earlier.
This was taken all the way to Lancaster.
I had a bit of time to kill but didn’t want to go too far away as missing the last possible train wasn’t on my agenda.
On my last visit, a few weeks before, 45135 and I had missed our intended train home because it had gone straight to Carnforth, missing Lancaster.
I couldn’t afford that to happen to me again, so decided to go to Carnforth, meet the incoming service, grab a seat, take it Morecambe and remain seated until the return got to Long Preston.
Nah, that wasn’t going to happen
Not with the way things had gone today.
185112, dud for everything, was my ride to Carnforth and 144015 was the unit that took me away from there.
Once at Lancaster the, on time, train went into bay platform 2.
Departure time came and went.
The guard made an announcement.
“Ladies and gentlemen, sorry for the delay, we are trying to couple to another unit but it’s not working. The driver is going to move our train forward a bit and then move the rear one forward in the hope that the track is more level.”
It turns out it was a better bit of track and the coupling was duly complete.
We had, however, now lost our path and we had to wait whilst a Pendolino from platform 3 got the road ahead of us.
Unfortunately, it didn’t move.
Instead, a group of lads got off and were immediately pounced upon by several members of the BTP.
The guard of the 390 got off and the three parties engaged in a frenzied debate.
The Pendolino wasn’t going anywhere whilst the guard was stood on the platform talking to the police.
Eventually, common sense prevailed and the signal on platform 3 was put back to red and we received the go-ahead.
I decided to have a bit of a breather so left the 144, which I discovered was now coupled to 153316, at Bare Lane.
Due to the delay in going in, it was also late coming out, although only by about ten minutes.
Surely nothing else could go wrong today.
Well, as it happened, no.
Given the option I would have gone in the 153, just because units with bogies give a better ride on the jointed rail.
Unfortunately, though, this was locked out of use, so it was back onto 144015.
A thirteen minute late arrival into Long Preston meant that I was going home three and a quarter hours later than planned.
Despite all the downsides, it had actually been a very enjoyable day, with eight new stations in the book.
Those pesky 68s are still on my radar, though