Monday 02/01/78
Returning from Reading to York after the Christmas / New Year festivities. As I was laden down with luggage, I opted for the through Poole – Newcastle service rather than going via London (which as an impoverished student I couldn’t afford anyway):
47504 1343 Reading – Birmingham New Street via Solihull
45036 1550 Birmingham New Street – Sheffield
The Peak continued to Leeds with the front portion of the train (4 coaches), so another loco was waiting to work forward from Sheffield on the Newcastle portion (7 coaches) :
37086 1745 Sheffield – York via Cudworth
This was my first ever recorded run with a class 37. I was suitably impressed.
Wednesday 02/01/80
I’d spent the New Year in Plymouth, and came out for a little run over the South Devon Banks:
50025 1348 Plymouth – Exeter St Davids
My previous run with 50025 had been as 425 in multi with 404 on the 1355 Glasgow Central – Euston as far as Crewe way back in 1973. At Exeter I awaited the delayed arrival of the 1323 Paddington – Penzance, in the hope of something of interest on the train:
31415 1555 Exeter St Davids – Newton Abbot 18-> 20’ late.
Well I wasn’t expecting that. I required this loco for haulage, so I boarded the train, wondering just how this underpowered Goyle was going to cope over the banks on load 9. Instead we turned onto a non-platform road adjacent to Newton Abbot stabling point, and there the 31 was hooked off and replaced by something a bit more suitable:
50032 16xx Newton Abbot – Plymouth 25-> 20’ late.
Friday 02/01/81
The day of the last loco-hauled “Hull Executive”:
55015 1705 Kings Cross – Retford
55019 1905 Retford – Kings Cross
Wednesday 02/01/91 (Poland)
Five English steam cranks enjoying some “real” steam trains in Poland. We got to hear of an extraordinary event. There had been an international youth rally taking place in Praha over the previous couple of days, and now the cream of Polish youth was on its way home in a series of 12-coach special trains from Praha Holesovice via the border crossing at Miedzylesie to all parts of Poland. Consequently every available locomotive was being sent to Miedzylesie to work these specials, including – crucially – Klodzko’s Pt47 28 and Pt47 112 2-8-2 passenger steam locos. We took a diesel all the way from Wroclaw to Miedzylesie more in hope than expectation, but en route our passenger train was looped to be overtaken by the Pt47s running light engine tender first, so our hopes were high. At Miedzylesie I was deputed to go into the station despatcher’s office (Dyzurny Ruchu) to use my best pidgin Polish to see what I could glean. It turned out that the trains the Pt47s were working had already arrived, and were waiting in the yard north of the station (instead of in the main station platforms as we had expected). So our party of five cranks set off through the deep snow into the yard, passing the Customs officials walking the other way as we did so! At the far end of the yard the Pt47s had already attached and were awaiting departure. Rather than attempting to board the trains (which were utterly wedged with the cream of Polish youth - 1000+ per train - so 5 smelly old coal-encrusted English cranks would tend to stand out a bit), we got talking to the traincrews, and were invited to board the locos (which were every bit as scruffy and coal-encrusted as we were). Pt47 112 was manual fired and Pt47 28 was stoker fired, so to give the fireman on Pt47 112 a bit more room to swing a shovel we split 2 + 3, i.e. 2 cranks on Pt47 112 and 3 (including me) on Pt47 28.
The driver of Pt47 28 was not on the best of terms with his fireman, and seemed to be bullying him pretty constantly. The run as far as Klodzko was fairly uneventful – but certainly proved there was a heavy train behind us. Then the fun started. We were only booked to stand at Klodzko for a couple of minutes, but the driver decided we needed to take water. So we came to a prolonged halt (under clear signals), holding up everything behind us. When we were eventually topped up and ready to go, the loco wasn’t having any of it. We had managed to stop “top dead centre”. Eventually after a prolonged session of heaving the regulator open, battering the valve gear with a hammer, and swinging the cutoff back and fore, suddenly we got power in reverse, and gave the train a mighty thwack. Then we managed to go forward, only to come to a stop at the signal which had been put back on us because we were taking too long to depart! Once we did get the road, we had another performance of the same issue.
Leaving Klodzko there is a pretty steep climb up to a summit at Bardo. The automatic stoker chose this time to get jammed, so the fireman had to fire manually over the top of it, which was very awkward for him. We were booked to stop for water at Kamieniec from 2329 to 0029, but had taken water at Klodzko instead, so we ran through the platform at Kamieniec precisely on time at 0029. The station redcap called out (in Polish) something to the effect of “You don’t need any more water do you?” at which point the driver spontaneously decided that having travelled a full 22 kilometres since our last water stop, and with just 72 kilometres more to go, and being right on time (at last), it was suddenly vital that we stop for yet more water. So he put the brake in, and we came to a halt just beyond the reach of the water column. We had to set back. Guess what: top dead centre again. We spent 5 minutes fruitlessly chuffing, hammering, and winding the gear back and fore, before deciding that perhaps we didn’t need water after all, and set off towards Wroclaw. Meanwhile the fireman was trying to get the jammed stoker equipment to work, and failing badly. The loco fire was getting progressively run down as we attacked the heavy climb north of Kamieniec, and the driver was getting quite agitated. The regulator was wide open, and the reverser in pretty much full forward gear; speed was down to 20 kph, with boiler pressure at only 65% of maximum. The fireman was firmly ordered to stop p***ing about with the stoker and get some coal on the fire, and quick!
There was further entertainment later in the journey when about 10 km south of Wroclaw the air pump packed in. Without saying a word to anybody – and with us thrashing along in total darkness at a steady 75 kph – the driver picked up a hammer, opened the cab door, clambered along the outside of the cab and onto the running board of the loco, then along the boiler until he reached the air pump, where he proceeded to bray seven bells out of it to persuade it to his way of thinking. My mate was sitting in the fireman’s seat doing his timing log, and hadn’t seen what had happened, so I called across to him and he looked up, just in time to see the driver walking back towards him along the side of the locomotive, whilst nobody at all was in control of the train!
We were only about 10 minutes late into Wroclaw. We alighted there, thanking the crew for their entertaining performance, then waited for Pt47 112 to arrive on the train behind us. After that I continued by fast (electric) train to Leszno for another day bashing steam on service trains. Not a textbook performance by any means, but utterly enthralling.
Pt47 28 2220 Miedzylesie – Wroclaw