D841 Roebuck
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"Out of Concealment" (Cardiff Day 2)
The day began well. An excellent breakfast (not quite as good as Bewdley trip reports passim, however), cooked and served by a cheerful and efficient young lass from the Tropic of Riga, a pleasant stroll along the banks of the Taff down to Central, and remembering to get my free bottle of water at WHSmiths (comes with the Telegraph crossword, and lots of wastepaper) and then up to the "valleys" platforms (6/7) to see what transpired.
This turned out to be 143602, on a City Line service, which was taken up the hill to Queen Street. Following behind was 150250, on a Merthyr service, which was taken to limited service shack Treforest Estate, which I thought to dispose of ASAP. Funny place, this - a grudgingly narrow island platform that belongs by rights at the bottom end of the Northern Line, nothing much in the vicinity and yet the best mobile signal in the Valleys.
My decision to hit the shack was, however, vindicated by winning pair 143623 + 143625 turning up to trundle me back to Taffs Well. Now for some serious nutrax, as 150241 turned up on the Treherbert service. Like John Hunt on Everest in 1953, I approached the Upper Rhondda with caution, treating Ynyswen as the south summit and returning on the same unit to Ton Pentre before 150237 took me through to the terminus at Treherbert.
My mental picture of this station was way out. I expected a left hand curve to a tunnel mouth (disused) heading down towards Neath; however this had long gone, so I retraced my steps to Pontypridd for a go at another branch.
To anyone who wishes to change direction here - DON'T. Years ago, this must have been a lovely station, with a massive island platform (think Dundee), and level access to all routes. Now, it has a distant and awkward footbridge. Relief was provided by 143604 + 150252, which took me up to Merthyr Tydfil. On arrival, I walked briskly to the bus station, in search of something different.
This turned out to be 43007, a stagecoach bus masquerading as a Class 253. Via a circular route, I was duly deposited at the gates of Pant Cemetery. Ignoring the hint, I walked up the lane to the Southern terminus of the Brecon Mountain Railway. And hit a snag, arriving at the same time as a coach party booked on the 2pm train, which a notice at the ticket office described as "full", but sadly without the Welsh equivalent "Yr Wedgedd" printed below. However, good smells were coming from the cafe, so I bought a ticket for the 3:45 and headed off for a late lunch.
Corned beef pie, chips, peas, gravy and a thorough wander about later, I boarded the train, which had open balconies at the coach ends, where one is permitted to stand. So heads were out, and not just mine - a lovely British Indian family, (three generations) commandeered the first balcony behind the loco, much to the disgust of a young lad of about two, for whom the second balcony was unacceptable, leading to loud tears and a jutting lower lip - clearly a 37,-basher of the future...
The day began well. An excellent breakfast (not quite as good as Bewdley trip reports passim, however), cooked and served by a cheerful and efficient young lass from the Tropic of Riga, a pleasant stroll along the banks of the Taff down to Central, and remembering to get my free bottle of water at WHSmiths (comes with the Telegraph crossword, and lots of wastepaper) and then up to the "valleys" platforms (6/7) to see what transpired.
This turned out to be 143602, on a City Line service, which was taken up the hill to Queen Street. Following behind was 150250, on a Merthyr service, which was taken to limited service shack Treforest Estate, which I thought to dispose of ASAP. Funny place, this - a grudgingly narrow island platform that belongs by rights at the bottom end of the Northern Line, nothing much in the vicinity and yet the best mobile signal in the Valleys.
My decision to hit the shack was, however, vindicated by winning pair 143623 + 143625 turning up to trundle me back to Taffs Well. Now for some serious nutrax, as 150241 turned up on the Treherbert service. Like John Hunt on Everest in 1953, I approached the Upper Rhondda with caution, treating Ynyswen as the south summit and returning on the same unit to Ton Pentre before 150237 took me through to the terminus at Treherbert.
My mental picture of this station was way out. I expected a left hand curve to a tunnel mouth (disused) heading down towards Neath; however this had long gone, so I retraced my steps to Pontypridd for a go at another branch.
To anyone who wishes to change direction here - DON'T. Years ago, this must have been a lovely station, with a massive island platform (think Dundee), and level access to all routes. Now, it has a distant and awkward footbridge. Relief was provided by 143604 + 150252, which took me up to Merthyr Tydfil. On arrival, I walked briskly to the bus station, in search of something different.
This turned out to be 43007, a stagecoach bus masquerading as a Class 253. Via a circular route, I was duly deposited at the gates of Pant Cemetery. Ignoring the hint, I walked up the lane to the Southern terminus of the Brecon Mountain Railway. And hit a snag, arriving at the same time as a coach party booked on the 2pm train, which a notice at the ticket office described as "full", but sadly without the Welsh equivalent "Yr Wedgedd" printed below. However, good smells were coming from the cafe, so I bought a ticket for the 3:45 and headed off for a late lunch.
Corned beef pie, chips, peas, gravy and a thorough wander about later, I boarded the train, which had open balconies at the coach ends, where one is permitted to stand. So heads were out, and not just mine - a lovely British Indian family, (three generations) commandeered the first balcony behind the loco, much to the disgust of a young lad of about two, for whom the second balcony was unacceptable, leading to loud tears and a jutting lower lip - clearly a 37,-basher of the future...
