11/06/16 - Trooping the Colour Railway
So, today was the day I hit the big smoke once more to see if I could bite a massive chunk out of the numbers required in and around London. I wish I could say enjoyed the 06:00 alarm call, but after one too many delightful ales last night I was feeling a little rough as I arrived at Hazel Grove for the 06:35 to Kirby. Alighting at Stockport I had a 15 minute wait for the Virgin service so, in an attempt to rouse myself, I purchased porridge and peppermint tea, both of which were tentatively consumed from coach U as the 07:04 pulled out of Stockport.
Safe in the knowledge nothing would present itself until Crewe, I settled back and napped for another 20 minutes, awaking as we pulled out of Crewe (good timing!). The honour of first winner for the day went to
92018, closely followed by
350233. I actually managed to get some numbers off Basford Hall for a change,
66513 &
66433 doing the business there, before we overtook the marvelous looking
68012 on its merry way from Gresty Bridge to Wembley.
The majority of the WCML then came and went as I dozed once more, hopefully nothing interesting happened at Nuneaton or Rugby, and next in the book was
66186 as we whizzed through Apsley. I always know the capital is upon me when we hit Watford, where I added
378206 to the log, whilst Wembley sidings brought further loco winners in
66075 &
66510.
Now feeling much happier with life as we pulled in to Euston, I alighted (picking up
90046 on the sleeper), and headed straight for the Victoria Line, and indeed for Victoria itself. Here I did a quick sweep of the concourse to pick up all that SE and SN had to offer, before jumping aboard the 09:24 to Oxted, with East Croydon the intended destination. Keen observers will note this is a deviation from my original plan to tackle Herne Hil, but with my friend moving house to the throbbing heart of south west London I figured it'd be easier for her to meet me there, plus I had the opportunity of far more by way of traffic to get my teeth into than at Herne Hill.
A sneaky glance across at Queenstown Road got me
450074 as we swung over the SWML, and further SWT winners were forthcoming at Clapham Junction, namely
450012 &
450025. Balham came and went, as did
455842 &
455846, with more of the same at Thornton Heath, where
455827 did the honours. I took the opportunity of a free wee whilst on board my 377 (Better than paying 30p at Victoria!), and then it was out into the hazy sunshine of Croydon. It still looks rubbish. After a brief pause for coffee and a natter with the aforementioned friend she bid me adieu to finish unpacking her house, and I made my way to the London end of platforms 3/4 to see what would come my way. First 30 minutes I noted down everything going in and out, before then switching to just the stuff going into London in an effort to keep the dud count down. Thameslink were all over the shop due to a trespass incident at Elephant & Castle, leaving plenty of irate Londoners desperate to get to the seaside, but that aside it was largely uneventful, save for my first two 171s. A whole heap of winners though, including a number of 387/2s, which was nice. Whisper it quietly as well, but I find the 442s rather charming to watch fly by.
After just shy of two hours in Croydon, and with the duds now beginning to pepper the log, I decided new territory was needed, so it was off to New Cross Gate, where I changed to a nicely air-conditioned 378 for the stop-start journey to Whitechapel. Exiting here I swung by the Sainsburys on Brady Street, grabbed some supplies and took advantage of another opportunity for a free wee, then made the short walk to Bethnal Green. After much pondering, the bulk of which was due to the awkward height of the fence on platform 2, I settled for a spot at the London end of said platform, and concocted a plan to go for numbers coming into London only. Popcorn (sweet and salted) was opened, and I settled back under cloudy yet muggy skies, to scribble fairly furiously for two hours. It warmed my heart to see the Pretendelino is still doing sterling work in between
90011 &
82105, whilst I also had the added bonus, due to engineering work, of all the C2C 357s coming into Liverpool Street as well. The best bit of the stay here? Undoubtedly at 13:00 when all the differing aircraft involved in Trooping the Colour/the Queen's Birthday came over one after the other in perfect view. Once 315 driver even delayed leaving for a minute or so to watch!
Again the two hour mark came, and again this signalled it was time to move on. I made my way over to platform 1, and an Enfield Town service then carried me as far as Seven Sisters, and then the short hop on the Viccy Line again, this time to Finsbury Park, where I was hoping to make serious inroads into the GN stock, and plug more gaps in the VTEC stuff.
Sadly when I got there I was greeted by a departure board chock-a-bloc with cancellations as, for whatever reason(s), GN were suffering a number of driver shortages. I decided to see what was what, setting up base camp in the waiting shelter on platform 5/6, which proved particularly handy when a pretty serious shower hit not long after arrival. As I feared, not much was forthcoming in the way of traffic. A few required 43s and 91s flew through, and some GN stock did appear, but with long gaps between services I was becoming restless, and decided to make a break for it after 45 minutes. Still, made a start on the GN roster I suppose. Save it for another day.
With no firm plan as to were to head next, I got the tube and found my auto-pilot had brought me to St Pancras. Free wee done (the body doing its best to get rid of last night's excesses as quickly as possible!), I hit the Eurostar platforms for four new scores (
3002, 3011, 3215 &
4015), before deciding upon a new wee journey. Having never gone beyond St Pancras low level northwards before I popped onto
319427, which moaned, groaned, and almost gave up the ghost before dropping me wearily at West Hampstead Thameslink. Lord knows if it made it to St Albans or not! Here I caught some EMT action for 20 minutes, only
222020 was a winner, before heading off to one of my favourite spots, Willesden Junction.
The world and his wife wanted on the 378 at Willesden, so I was rather relieved to be off, and I set about giving the binoculars their first spin of the day. Clearly the current works on the GOBLIN have seen TfL/LOROL decide the 172s are best off keeping the sidings at the depot warm, as I got no fewer than six of them parked up. A right result, which means the LO 172s are now cleared. I also caught the NR 313 in said depot, along with 87002. There was also a Chiltern unit there, but sadly I couldn't make out the number, so haven't put that in the book.
As quick as a flash it was 16:00, and I pondered what to do with my final hour or so before the 17:40 home. In the end I decided a trip through the depot at Queens Park on the Bakerloo would be a nice quaint way to end the day, so 5 minutes later off we went. Slightly weary at this point, I still concluded it'd be a waste of the last hour to simply fester at Euston, so I dragged myself off at Marylebone and did a sweep of the platforms there, just incase you thought there wasn't enough variety in the classes I was picking from today! Mainly 165s here, I did also pick up the DVT from the rake I was on from Moor Street to Leamington t'other week.
Resisting the urge to buy the entire contents of Patisserie Valerie, I plonked myself down aboard the 205 to Bow Church, and we plodded along Euston Road to my waiting 390. Outfoxing the masses with a quick check of RTT giving notice of the as yet unadvertised platform switch, I was stood in front of a bemused gateline staff member some 25 minute before departure. Usually they make me wait, but today she seemed so in awe of the fact I knew the departure platform before it was on the concourse displays that I found myself wandering towards coach U without having to wait. As I did the train manager approached, which I assumed was going to be for a telling off and an escort back to the gateline, but instead, noting my Stockport County badge on my rucksack, he began enthusing about buying a season ticket for the coming season. So bowled over was he by somebody getting on a train to Stockport who supported Stockport, he told me to make use of coach G, which was very nice of him. Free tea was good, whatever the 'grab bag' of food contained was not. Glad I didn't pay £15, that's for sure.
And with that I was pretty much done, both mentally and physically. Few more bits and pieces picked up as we flew home, including two further EMT 153s at Crewe, but it was safe to say I was looking forward to home now. Sadly it would appear there was rain of biblical proportions at home during my absence, causing a landslip at Disley. As such my options to Hazel Grove had halved, as they'd cancelled the Buxton services, so I had to wait an extra 15 minutes for a double 142 to crawl, kicking and screaming, to my destination.
And that's your lot. 252 winners, including all of the LO 172s, and the London list is looking a little bit better. Still miles and miles to go, particularly with SE, but they can wait until London Bridge is a bit more spotter-friendly in August or some such.
I return to the capital on Tuesday afternoon, which I reckon will be spent at West Ealing for a nice mix of freight and GWR/HC/HX.