alexf380
Established Member
Alex's Spirit Level
Day 3: Into the wild wild West
Friday 10th May 2019
The third day of this rover was quickly upon us, and a work social gathering in the evening meant I was restricted by time today. I wanted to still get a good amount done so I went for an earlier train, the 07:45 to Glasgow Queen Street, in order to accommodate this. It was 385115+385035 doing the honours today, and I took up residence in the single seat outside first class. The aim of today was to attack the shacks I required in South Ayrshire and down towards Stranraer, and so upon arrival at Queen Street I made the very familiar walk over to Central and grabbed myself a coffee as I had some time to kill before the next move.
Another one of these in the book!
385035 by Alexander Fleming, on Flickr
The 09:31 Ayr service was today in the hands of (comparatively, for a 380/1) low mileage 380109, so the run to today’s first port of call gave it a nice boost. Shack #1, Prestwick Airport, is reached 40 minutes later and I plonk myself in the waiting shelter. I had thought that there may be some resistance to my being here as I’m not technically using the airport (neither is anyone else, it would appear!) but the fester passed without issue and I was the only person boarding or alighting 380101 for the very short hop down to Newton-on-Ayr.
Here, there is a small problem brewing as my next train had picked up a couple of delay minutes before it had even left Ayr, so I was worried that a short connection further up the line would be missed. Winner 380013 arrived two minutes late and took me one stop up to Prestwick Town, where my next train was already in the platform! I elected not to run for it as it was a dud 380 anyway, and waiting ten minutes for the following train would only serve to reduce the wait at Ayr, so I hung back in the sun and awaited the arrival of equally as dud 380115 to whisk me off to the end of its journey to Ayr.
A random photo of 380115.
380115 by Alexander Fleming, on Flickr
Ayr station is in a bit of a mess at the moment, what with the works going on to the derelict station hotel. It also meant that I couldn’t get my lunch from the WHSmith in the concourse as it was within the safety cordon. No matter, I’ll get something later, it was only quarter past eleven by this point. One short interlude later and 156508 appears to take me onto some winning track. Yes, it was time to go down the Stranraer branch. We wound our way through some lovely looking countryside, stopping a few times to collect various tokens, before crawling past the town centre to arrive into a very sunny Stranraer station. I would have spent some time here, but with a two-hourly service and my meeting later that evening, I decided it was worth a return trip and re-boarded the same unit. Just 8 minutes after arriving, we were off again.
508 hides in the shade of the trainshed at Stranraer.
156508 by Alexander Fleming, on Flickr
I’m only going one stop this time, but in this part of the world that means a half-hour, 25-mile journey. Barrhill was my destination, and I think I surprised the signaller by not only alighting from the train here, but actually walking into the village! It’s a nice enough walk, with a pavement, but it is all down hill so I wouldn’t want to try it in the other direction. I reach Barrhill village with about fifteen minutes until my onward bus so I think of finding a wee shop or something to buy a sandwich, but there isn’t even one of those here! Irritating, but I don’t let it get to me as I board one of Stagecoach Western’s D&G liveried Solos for a very spirited run up to Girvan. The friendly driver was going to drop me at the harbour, but I mentioned that I actually wanted the station so he took a back road, avoiding the traffic, and dropped me there instead. A very nice chap, but you probably wouldn’t get away with that everywhere!
There were a few minutes to wait at Girvan, as 156507 arrived on the Ayr shuttle service (which, mixed with the Stranraer trains gives an hourly service from Girvan to Ayr). A one stop hop is all that I’m after and I alight at Maybole at quarter past 3. To cut a long story short, I’m starving. I know I have near enough an hour here to wait so I hot foot it into the town centre and stumble across a co-op. Bingo! Sustenance suitable purchased, I head back to the station to chow down on my haul.
There was a Stranraer bound train due, and I discover that there is something like a +4 connection at Girvan onto the next train north, but it’s dud 156511 from a couple of days ago so I elect not to bother. Soon enough, it’s time for 156433 to make an appearance, and I take this one all the way to the end of its journey at Kilmarnock, avoiding the Killie locals who felt the need for constant reassurance that this train does indeed go to Kilmarnock.
Beginning of the evening peak at Killie.
156433 by Alexander Fleming, on Flickr
After watching 156509 disappear to Newcastle for the night, 156442 showed up and actually held a healthy load right through to Glasgow, which surprised me as I assumed most people would be heading home from work by now. I grab a quick something from Greggs before hot footing it over to Queen Street for the 18:00 train home which is in the hands of 385112+385015 this evening. Taking my usual spot in the composite coach, I relax after what was quite a nice day in the far south west. Better not get too jolly tonight, I've got an early rise tomorrow morning!
Day 3: Into the wild wild West
Friday 10th May 2019
The third day of this rover was quickly upon us, and a work social gathering in the evening meant I was restricted by time today. I wanted to still get a good amount done so I went for an earlier train, the 07:45 to Glasgow Queen Street, in order to accommodate this. It was 385115+385035 doing the honours today, and I took up residence in the single seat outside first class. The aim of today was to attack the shacks I required in South Ayrshire and down towards Stranraer, and so upon arrival at Queen Street I made the very familiar walk over to Central and grabbed myself a coffee as I had some time to kill before the next move.
Another one of these in the book!
385035 by Alexander Fleming, on Flickr
The 09:31 Ayr service was today in the hands of (comparatively, for a 380/1) low mileage 380109, so the run to today’s first port of call gave it a nice boost. Shack #1, Prestwick Airport, is reached 40 minutes later and I plonk myself in the waiting shelter. I had thought that there may be some resistance to my being here as I’m not technically using the airport (neither is anyone else, it would appear!) but the fester passed without issue and I was the only person boarding or alighting 380101 for the very short hop down to Newton-on-Ayr.
Here, there is a small problem brewing as my next train had picked up a couple of delay minutes before it had even left Ayr, so I was worried that a short connection further up the line would be missed. Winner 380013 arrived two minutes late and took me one stop up to Prestwick Town, where my next train was already in the platform! I elected not to run for it as it was a dud 380 anyway, and waiting ten minutes for the following train would only serve to reduce the wait at Ayr, so I hung back in the sun and awaited the arrival of equally as dud 380115 to whisk me off to the end of its journey to Ayr.
A random photo of 380115.
380115 by Alexander Fleming, on Flickr
Ayr station is in a bit of a mess at the moment, what with the works going on to the derelict station hotel. It also meant that I couldn’t get my lunch from the WHSmith in the concourse as it was within the safety cordon. No matter, I’ll get something later, it was only quarter past eleven by this point. One short interlude later and 156508 appears to take me onto some winning track. Yes, it was time to go down the Stranraer branch. We wound our way through some lovely looking countryside, stopping a few times to collect various tokens, before crawling past the town centre to arrive into a very sunny Stranraer station. I would have spent some time here, but with a two-hourly service and my meeting later that evening, I decided it was worth a return trip and re-boarded the same unit. Just 8 minutes after arriving, we were off again.
508 hides in the shade of the trainshed at Stranraer.
156508 by Alexander Fleming, on Flickr
I’m only going one stop this time, but in this part of the world that means a half-hour, 25-mile journey. Barrhill was my destination, and I think I surprised the signaller by not only alighting from the train here, but actually walking into the village! It’s a nice enough walk, with a pavement, but it is all down hill so I wouldn’t want to try it in the other direction. I reach Barrhill village with about fifteen minutes until my onward bus so I think of finding a wee shop or something to buy a sandwich, but there isn’t even one of those here! Irritating, but I don’t let it get to me as I board one of Stagecoach Western’s D&G liveried Solos for a very spirited run up to Girvan. The friendly driver was going to drop me at the harbour, but I mentioned that I actually wanted the station so he took a back road, avoiding the traffic, and dropped me there instead. A very nice chap, but you probably wouldn’t get away with that everywhere!
There were a few minutes to wait at Girvan, as 156507 arrived on the Ayr shuttle service (which, mixed with the Stranraer trains gives an hourly service from Girvan to Ayr). A one stop hop is all that I’m after and I alight at Maybole at quarter past 3. To cut a long story short, I’m starving. I know I have near enough an hour here to wait so I hot foot it into the town centre and stumble across a co-op. Bingo! Sustenance suitable purchased, I head back to the station to chow down on my haul.
There was a Stranraer bound train due, and I discover that there is something like a +4 connection at Girvan onto the next train north, but it’s dud 156511 from a couple of days ago so I elect not to bother. Soon enough, it’s time for 156433 to make an appearance, and I take this one all the way to the end of its journey at Kilmarnock, avoiding the Killie locals who felt the need for constant reassurance that this train does indeed go to Kilmarnock.
Beginning of the evening peak at Killie.
156433 by Alexander Fleming, on Flickr
After watching 156509 disappear to Newcastle for the night, 156442 showed up and actually held a healthy load right through to Glasgow, which surprised me as I assumed most people would be heading home from work by now. I grab a quick something from Greggs before hot footing it over to Queen Street for the 18:00 train home which is in the hands of 385112+385015 this evening. Taking my usual spot in the composite coach, I relax after what was quite a nice day in the far south west. Better not get too jolly tonight, I've got an early rise tomorrow morning!