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I had planned to go to Tamworth for the day, on the 14th of August, photting and spotting with a little bit of bashing. I talked my plan over with my parents the evening before, going from Leamington Spa-Birmingham Moor Street and then walking to New Street before going on a Nottingham bound train to Tamworth. They didn't really want me changing at New Street without someone with me (my friend wasn't available) but trying to think of an alternative at 11 o'clock at night, when my brain wasn't functioning properly through tiredness was difficult. In the end I fell asleep without thinking off a plan for the day. Having been woken up by my brother at 07:00 that morning, and being actually happy about it for once, I leaped out of my bed, grabbed yesterdays clothes and ran over to the other boat. I should probably finish that statement by saying I live on a pair of narrow boats. Anyway, after getting onto my parents boat and running to the end (my parents room), I found out that my mum was still sleeping. Consequently, I went to the saloon and curled up in one of the armchairs and started to read my book. The bad thing is a late night and an early start don't mix well and before I had read a page I was asleep. I woke up again, with a beam of sunshine steaming through the porthole onto me. I gently hit myself on the head for falling asleep and I then saw my brother sat in the chair, on his I pad. I slowly got out of the chair and walked to the kitchen and checked the time on the clock. I swore. The clock said Five to Ten; I was hoping to be on the 09:25 train off Leamington to Birmingham although I hadn't decided what I would do for the day at that point. I woke mum, hoping to be on the 10:25 instead but I knew we wouldn't make it. I let mum come round while I ran over to my boat again and down into the family room, which housed the computer. After turning the computer on and sitting down, my phones alarm rang, 2 hours late. I clicked 'stop' as the computer turned on. I went to Real-time Trains and checked times before writing them in my book. I went over and ran my timings through with mum, she was fine with them. An hour later, I was leaving the car at Leamington Spa train station with 8 minutes to buy a complicated ticket and get my train. I walked in through the main entrance, only to find the ticket machines out of use and only one ticket booth open and 3 people in front of me. The only up side was to see that my train was 4 minutes late. In the end I was served, 3 minutes before my train was due. I asked for a west midlands day ranger for 1 child, £11.90, and I told him the name to put on my ticket. I then put my ticket in the barrier and ran onto platform 2. Seeing that my train was a further minute late, I walked to the very end of the station, to be near the loco and to get away from Mr. and Mrs. Joe normal, who had stopped at the very top of the stairs. When I got to the end of the platform, my train came in, 5 late at 11:30, on 1R22 the 10:15 London Marylebone-Birmingham Moor Street as 67010. I boarded and got my favorite seat on a Chiltern mark 3, a facing right hand side seat next to the partition. Since it were 6 late on departure I saw 70013 come off the Coventry line on 4O49, a Southampton bound liner. My train began to speed up and it hammered through Warwick, but just after the station the loco had to slow the train down for our next stop, Warwick Parkway. After Warwick parkway we were non stop to Solihull and then straight to Birmingham Moor Street. I arrived at Moor Street 2 late, pretty good considering that the train was six late off Leamington. I baled the 67, and walked over to platform 2, where I would take 2K23, the 11:40 Whitlocks End to Kidderminster to Smethwick Galton Bridge. I got there to see that it was supposedly on time, but at the time it was meant to leave, it hadn't even arrived. Then, about 5 minutes after that, the board said that the 11:58 to Kidderminster was 'delayed'. Then the board shown that it was expected at 12:04 and it came in, as single 172, 172221. I boarded and sat down in one of the seats and put my head against one of the windows that was vibrating like hell, but it stopped when we left. That is the strange thing I find with the London Midland 172s is that when you have your head against the window and you are moving, the window is fine but when you are not moving the window vibrates loads. Anyway, the 172 got to Smethwick Galton Bridge 4 late at 12:16 and it left as I waked above it on my way to the low level. I watched a 323 leave on the Wolverhampton Stopper before looking back on the deserted platform. Then a few minutes later 390129 rolled through on the Edinburgh train. I was going to get the 158s on the Aberystwyth and Harlech but I would definitely have taken the 323 to Sandwell and Dudley for the 390 to Wolverhampton but I had forgotten that the 390 was behind the 323. I waited for a few minutes before the 12:29 158 came in, and I was dreadfully surprised to see that it was just 1, 158826. I had difficulty boarding, because the vestibule was stuffed full with suitcases but everyone moved there luggage to let me board. I walked through the heavily cramped coach and stood at the end, near the vestibule. The man with the trolley asked me to move, even though there was no room for me to move let alone go through. I just managed to let the trolley past before walking to the vestibule. Leaping off at Wolverhampton, and not knowing the station, I walked over the bridge and checked each platform board before walking back onto the platform the 158 had arrived on. I saw the buffet and I grabbed an all day breakfast sarnie before returning to the platform and boarding the 12:54 London Midland Dez in the hands of 350118
That is enough for part 1, part 2 shortly.
I had planned to go to Tamworth for the day, on the 14th of August, photting and spotting with a little bit of bashing. I talked my plan over with my parents the evening before, going from Leamington Spa-Birmingham Moor Street and then walking to New Street before going on a Nottingham bound train to Tamworth. They didn't really want me changing at New Street without someone with me (my friend wasn't available) but trying to think of an alternative at 11 o'clock at night, when my brain wasn't functioning properly through tiredness was difficult. In the end I fell asleep without thinking off a plan for the day. Having been woken up by my brother at 07:00 that morning, and being actually happy about it for once, I leaped out of my bed, grabbed yesterdays clothes and ran over to the other boat. I should probably finish that statement by saying I live on a pair of narrow boats. Anyway, after getting onto my parents boat and running to the end (my parents room), I found out that my mum was still sleeping. Consequently, I went to the saloon and curled up in one of the armchairs and started to read my book. The bad thing is a late night and an early start don't mix well and before I had read a page I was asleep. I woke up again, with a beam of sunshine steaming through the porthole onto me. I gently hit myself on the head for falling asleep and I then saw my brother sat in the chair, on his I pad. I slowly got out of the chair and walked to the kitchen and checked the time on the clock. I swore. The clock said Five to Ten; I was hoping to be on the 09:25 train off Leamington to Birmingham although I hadn't decided what I would do for the day at that point. I woke mum, hoping to be on the 10:25 instead but I knew we wouldn't make it. I let mum come round while I ran over to my boat again and down into the family room, which housed the computer. After turning the computer on and sitting down, my phones alarm rang, 2 hours late. I clicked 'stop' as the computer turned on. I went to Real-time Trains and checked times before writing them in my book. I went over and ran my timings through with mum, she was fine with them. An hour later, I was leaving the car at Leamington Spa train station with 8 minutes to buy a complicated ticket and get my train. I walked in through the main entrance, only to find the ticket machines out of use and only one ticket booth open and 3 people in front of me. The only up side was to see that my train was 4 minutes late. In the end I was served, 3 minutes before my train was due. I asked for a west midlands day ranger for 1 child, £11.90, and I told him the name to put on my ticket. I then put my ticket in the barrier and ran onto platform 2. Seeing that my train was a further minute late, I walked to the very end of the station, to be near the loco and to get away from Mr. and Mrs. Joe normal, who had stopped at the very top of the stairs. When I got to the end of the platform, my train came in, 5 late at 11:30, on 1R22 the 10:15 London Marylebone-Birmingham Moor Street as 67010. I boarded and got my favorite seat on a Chiltern mark 3, a facing right hand side seat next to the partition. Since it were 6 late on departure I saw 70013 come off the Coventry line on 4O49, a Southampton bound liner. My train began to speed up and it hammered through Warwick, but just after the station the loco had to slow the train down for our next stop, Warwick Parkway. After Warwick parkway we were non stop to Solihull and then straight to Birmingham Moor Street. I arrived at Moor Street 2 late, pretty good considering that the train was six late off Leamington. I baled the 67, and walked over to platform 2, where I would take 2K23, the 11:40 Whitlocks End to Kidderminster to Smethwick Galton Bridge. I got there to see that it was supposedly on time, but at the time it was meant to leave, it hadn't even arrived. Then, about 5 minutes after that, the board said that the 11:58 to Kidderminster was 'delayed'. Then the board shown that it was expected at 12:04 and it came in, as single 172, 172221. I boarded and sat down in one of the seats and put my head against one of the windows that was vibrating like hell, but it stopped when we left. That is the strange thing I find with the London Midland 172s is that when you have your head against the window and you are moving, the window is fine but when you are not moving the window vibrates loads. Anyway, the 172 got to Smethwick Galton Bridge 4 late at 12:16 and it left as I waked above it on my way to the low level. I watched a 323 leave on the Wolverhampton Stopper before looking back on the deserted platform. Then a few minutes later 390129 rolled through on the Edinburgh train. I was going to get the 158s on the Aberystwyth and Harlech but I would definitely have taken the 323 to Sandwell and Dudley for the 390 to Wolverhampton but I had forgotten that the 390 was behind the 323. I waited for a few minutes before the 12:29 158 came in, and I was dreadfully surprised to see that it was just 1, 158826. I had difficulty boarding, because the vestibule was stuffed full with suitcases but everyone moved there luggage to let me board. I walked through the heavily cramped coach and stood at the end, near the vestibule. The man with the trolley asked me to move, even though there was no room for me to move let alone go through. I just managed to let the trolley past before walking to the vestibule. Leaping off at Wolverhampton, and not knowing the station, I walked over the bridge and checked each platform board before walking back onto the platform the 158 had arrived on. I saw the buffet and I grabbed an all day breakfast sarnie before returning to the platform and boarding the 12:54 London Midland Dez in the hands of 350118
That is enough for part 1, part 2 shortly.
