Odds and Sods - 6/10/18
As anticipated the sleeper experience was mixed. The novelty of taking an overnight train wore off somewhere just after Plymouth, as I tried, with limited success, to get some shut-eye in the uncomfortable seats. The guy in front probably had a better idea when he lay down and put his feet across the aisle onto the adjacent seats, but I was next to a single seat which was too far away for that. I must have drifted off for the majority of the time - I remember waking briefly at Exeter and Swindon - but it wasn't anything deep enough to be meaningful, and when they attached
57306 right behind me at Reading I was pretty much done in terms of sleeping by that point.
We arrived at a foggy Paddington at just after 0500 and, after brushing my teeth, I was one of the first passengers off and into the chilly London air. Given the lack of stock in the platforms at this time of a Saturday I almost turned immediately right and up onto the overbridge towards the H&C line, but for some reason decided to do my usual sweep of the platforms. It ended up being an excellent decision as, lurking in the mist was my final 387,
159, which I took a rubbish celebratory picture of that I don't need to inflict upon anybody. That's all 107 387s done and signaled the sounding of the first class clearance cannon of the day, and a fourth of the trip thus far.
With that I did then make my way to the deserted H&C platforms, taking it to Farringdon where a dud 700 took me to London Bridge. With nowhere open for breakfast at 0600 on a Saturday, I hopped onto a pair of very tatty 465s (You'll note I've almost given up recording numbers of movements already, such was my weariness), and sped through the lifting gloom towards Abbey Wood, hoping to see the GBRF 66 that's been stationed there for what seems like an eternity as it assists with the ongoing Crossrail works. Sadly it was too dark to see the work site properly as I passed so, after alighting at Abbey Wood and visiting Greggs for a tea and a pastry, I returned 30 minutes later, with sunrise now in full swing, and made the reverse journey, this time managing to cop
66757. Just four 66s left to get now (1xDBC, 1xColas and 2xGBRF).
Back at London Bridge it was still only just after seven, but thankfully Leon was open, so I could grab a tea and some 'Porridge of the Gods' (Porridge, banana and dark chocolate, highly recommended), before picking up another dud 700 back to St Pancras, where it was then onto the Victoria Line for a short hop to Finsbury Park. For once GTR were running a Saturday service, and got a pair of 313s up to Hornsey, passing my first 717,
010, at Ferme Park as we approached. Jumping off at Hornesy I made my way to the footbridge to see what the binoculars could pick up on the depot, and was rewarded with a plethora of new 717s, from
003-009 inclusive, as well as a bonus in the shape of
700148. All done here I took what's likely to be my final set of 313s, staying on all the way to Moorgate, just for old times sake.
As I arrived the TfL wifi allowed access to some encouraging gen, and so it was back aboard the H&C, this time to get off at Baker Street. Sadly the heavens had opened and it was a wet walk to Marylebone, where I joined half of China in making my way towards platform 6, where
168107 was just pulling in to form the next Oxford service. I watch everybody cram onto that, much amusement was forthcoming, and also had a bit of close up Cat rumbling to wake me up a bit, before it's place was taken on platform 3 by
168217, my penultimate 168. It was around 10 minutes late, which threatened my next couple of moves, but he who dares wins, so it was a brisk march down to the Bakerloo, changing at Oxford Circus (ugh, how appalling this station is on a Saturday when full of dawdling shoppers) for the 15 minute journey east to Stratford.
The rain was falling in spades now, and I took shelter under the overbridge for 10 minutes before
321304 and two fellow dusty bins screeched in, knocking my remaining 321s down to just two, both of whom weren't out to play today. For another time, perhaps. I took the aforementioned dustys down to Liverpool Street, went for a quick PNB, then it was to the H&C line for the third time today and back to Marylebone, not even 60 minutes since I was last there, and the arrival of
168322, which cleared not only the 168s, but also Chiltern as a whole:
Thoroughly chuffed, and with luck seemingly on my side (a pinch of gen in there, but they still need to be in the right place at the right time), I thought I'd see in the SWR strike-buster suburban services would chuck up my last 456. Bakerloo to Waterloo it was, and a surprisingly sparse mainline concourse. None of the 456s in situ were the elusive unit, so I boarded a 455/455/456 combo for the short run to Clapham Junction and spent an hour observing the workings in and out. I saw 20 456s, none of which were the one outstanding unit I need, so yet again I was thwarted. I'm destined never to see 003 it would seem!
With rain still pouring and in need of a PNB I jumped on a 377 combo and headed for East Croydon, a timewasting move mainly as I was due back at Euston in around 90 minutes. In the end, it turned out to be quite effective, as is often the case with the moves made to pass the time. I arrived to find
700126 about to head to Three Bridges, and then also caught
73136+73201 on RHTT duty heading towards London Bridge. I also got
171727 sat on Selhurst depot, which leaves just one solitary 171 to get to clear that class as well.
And with that, a dud 700 arrived for the quick/slow journey up to St Pancras via London Bridge, before the walk through the back streets to Euston for the 1540 home. It was staggeringly empty, I think I had coach D to myself save for a lady at the other end, and all that was left was to pick up
345049 at Crewe works. After that I missed the 2x150s back to New Mills Newtown from Stockport, so, in a narrative that brings me neatly full circle, got the 'Skyline' bus back home.
All things considered, I had a productive and interesting 38 hours! I can tick the Riviera sleeper off the list, even if sleep was at a premium (I want to do the Caley sleeper when the new stock arrives, but probably in a berth), and also got to explore the stunning Cornish coast, which I think I'll return to for a holiday with the wife next year, possibly by train. More importantly, I scored a number of good winners (48), cleared six classes (143, 150, 153, 168, 387 and 444), one TOC (Chiltern), and chipped away at a few more to get them close to the winning line as well.
Looking ahead, I think that might be my last ever big trip, certainly for the next year or so until enough of the new Anglia units are in service to make a trip there productive. I no longer need to go to the South West, and all the other places I need to go, such as Scotland or London, can be done in a day. I am planning a day around Doncaster and Toton early next month (weather permitting), as there are a number of 60s, 66s and 67s in various yards that I want shot of, but I think otherwise I
might be done for the year. If that does prove to be the case I'll do a round up as and when activity does cease for 2018 with a progress report.