Day -1/0/1- Let the Flames Begin
The alarm for 0700 went off and was a little unwelcome, as I rose a tad bleary eyed. It was August 27, day three of my mega-adventure but day one of the All Line Rover. So here’s a little prelude as to how I ended up starting the rover in not quite the most human state. I’d spent the previous two days doing a combination of bashing and socialising, though it wouldn’t make for the best reading as I ticked off the top end of the Northern Line and all the branches of the District Line as well as Tramlink and DLR in a load of linear moves, but we shall start at around 19:30hrs on Day 0, as I shall call it, and we shall set the scene on a bench at North Ealing tube station.
Winners
243/252 trundled me along to the umptennth shack of the day at North Ealing, clearing the whole lot of the Piccadilly Line at the western end (leaving the odd few shacks towards Cockfosters), and I slung myself onto a bench and found myself, oddly, completely alone. I took the opportunity to sort myself out, for I was actually meeting a female this evening (not for anything romance related [albeit we’d met on a dating app] , but we’d established that it’d be nice to meet up with each other for a few drinks and a chat) and chowed down on a sandwich i’d bought earlier. The solitude continued for the whole 10 minute fester before winners
124/211 came along to take me to...I wasn’t really sure. I had a peruse on Google Maps and the tube map before realising that I had more than enough time to get myself to Mortlake, an irritating shack between Waterloo and Feltham, indeed my last Windsor lines shack within the zones to get. Hammersmith became my destination as darkness was falling, jumping off and attempting to find the local bus stop S (or was it L, I can’t remember) for a route 219 towards Mortlake via Barnes Bridge. It was quite a speedy little run on the Enviro 200, as I bailed about 5 minutes from Mortlake station, popping into a local corner shop for some gum en route to mainline shack 4 of the day (others being South Greenford, Castle Bar Park and Emerson Park), Mortlake, and happy days as winners
455847/455904 took me along to Clapham Junction, where I made the calculated risk of aiming for a 10 car ex Woking (Waterloo works having become the bane of my life) which arrived on time with the much desired winner
456013 trailing duds
455705/455717 for the stagger through treacle to London Waterloo, which took THIRTY minutes.
The guard reassured us that there wasn’t actually anything wrong, the area was just hopelessly congested. I’d agreed to meet up with a pair of friends for an hour or so before my drinks so once I was off at Waterloo for around 21:10 I was sprinting to the tube on a move I failed to record properly onto Oxford Circus. We ended up having a stroll down to Trafalgar Square as it was an awfully humid night, admiring the lights and the busy nature of everything before I split off at about 22:20 and headed for Piccadilly Circus, though I was clearly a tad early as it wasn’t until 23:00 that my companion was able to show up, and we headed to a pub I can’t remember the name of and actually had a really nice chat for an hour or so. I only worked my way through two pints of cider but there was a slight issue. I hadn’t eaten an awful lot, and just after we parted ways at about 00:15 it suddenly hit me that I was just a little bit not quite sober

I made my way onto the Piccadilly line perfectly fine however and onto winners
227/246, having been a little too drunk at first to notice that absolutely everything was terminating at Northfields when I wanted Hatton Cross! I consulted Google Maps which suggested a route via Richmond, a train to St Margaret's, a sprint to a bus stop, then the 490 bus to my hotel. A really silly option when you’re worse for wear but I went ahead anyway, doing the first-time thing of bailing off the Piccadilly Line at Turnham Green.
Winners
21443/21444 (yes I was still making a point of recording everything accurately!) took me along to Richmond where I started to realise how tired I also was, having been awake since around 6, so I was both intoxicated and tired yet still managed to dive off and barrel up the stairs to await the 00:45 to Strawberry Hill, formed of duds
455713/455905 (not that I cared, it was a train and it was on time!) for the surprisingly sedate hop to St Margaret’s (London) where I faced the challenge of running for the 00:53 bus from the main road. Surprisingly I noted that I was more convincingly sober when running, and not having much in my bag to weigh me down, I belted my way to the bus stop with a minute to spare and made the bus successfully, arriving at around 01:25, in good time to fall into bed and have the best night’s sleep i’d had in awhile!
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Welcome back to the present. I took a few good gulps of water before getting myself ready the next morning, and took the 490 for the short free hop to Hatton Cross, where I stuck some cash on my Oyster and joined winners
187/200 Baron’s Court. Indeed, despite being headed for King’s Cross, I absolutely could not face sitting on this all the way! Duds
21553/21554 then followed to Victoria, where I’m sure I ended up getting a McDonald’s breakfast as I had quite a while to wait for my 395, followed by winners
11003/11004 to Kings Cross St Pancras. Upstairs to the premium HS1 platforms, ticket in gate, and...it didn’t work. Great, two weeks of asking to be let through! Though the bloke here was most competent, declaring ‘All Line Rover, issued at Newcastle, two weeks, superb sir, come on through’, before I joined winner
395014 leading dud
395017 for the blast through to Ebbsfleet International. This was a mere time killing move as I swapped to the other side of the station and onto dud
395009 for the run down the fun part of HS1 to Ashford, subsequently into shack 1, Dover Priory, which was new track once we peeled off the High Speed lines! Not long to wait as I watched the 395s swap and I jumped on winner
395005 back to shack 2, Folkestone Central. Short wait on the island platform here then saw winner
375826 file in behind for the hop to shack 3, Folkestone West. Dud
375802 was then taken back to Central, where some more new track was in order as winner
395025 came along for the journey to shack 4, Broadstairs, via Sandwich and Ramsgate.
It was a very nice run (I do like the 395s, particularly for their sockets) up to Broadstairs where I nipped down to a shop for some snacks to tide me over before winner
395016 leading dud
395029 was taken up to shack 5, Margate, and then back to Broadstairs. That concluded my visit to Margate

It acted as a good filler move as I basked in the sunshine for about 15 minutes until dud
375625 (sans winner 375913 which it had gone down to Ramsgate with, drat) took me north to shack 6, Birchington-on-Sea. I had about 20 minutes here, and in that time a man came up to me with his girlfriend and, having left the Ramsgate bound 395, asked for the next train to Faversham, followed by how to get to Canterbury West. Surely staying on the 395 and heading for Ramsgate then changing to go via Sturry would be easier? I directed them to winner
395015 which I also joined, telling them they had a 3 minute connection at Faversham for Canterbury East, but me, I was bailing at shack 7, Whitstable. 20 minutes here passed relatively quickly, and winner
375918 was taken along to shack 8, Herne Bay, before winner
375903 plonked me back at Whitstable, as my next target was up north beyond Faversham. Dud
395005 was in charge for the run to Strood via Chatham, a good chance to give the phone some juice before I jumped off and banked on a dodgy +2 at Higham. Treble winners (excellent!)
465929/466009/466023 took me along for the hop to the aforementioned shack 9 of Higham. Duds
465011/465162 then took me back as far as Rochester to kill some time, though it was dud
395004 taking me back to Strood for the next 465 move, this time on winners
465014/465241 to shack 10, Dartford, where a swift platform change was made onto winner
465037 leading dud
465191 to shack 11, Northfleet.
Walk time now as I had 20 minutes or so to head back over on myself, enjoying the sunshine (but not the random hilly streets and piles of traffic) on my way over the bridge and eventually onto the platforms at shack 12, Swanscombe. It was 037 and 191 returning again, and they took me along to shack 13, Greenhithe, where the only logical option was to wait 15 minutes for the ex Gillingham to come in. Sadly this was duds
465043/465036, and they were taken all the way through to London Victoria for what was meant to be a last 319 ever on TL intercepting move, but I completely misread the timings and missed it, not that I was aware yet. Though, I wasn’t too bitter as i’d had a storming run the previous week on 319440 and 319449 from Three Bridges to Haywards Heath which was an appropriate enough sendoff for me. That, and i’ll have 319s on AC on my doorstep fairly soon! A super duper premium (stop laughing!) Gatwick Express Fast Swish Vroom Vroom *cough* slower service was taken next, formed of treble winners
387202/387214/387220 down to Gatwick, but not without argument at the gateline, as the GatwickGestapo snatched my ticket and asked what it was and where I thought I was trying to get with it. ‘Well this is the Gatwick Express, so Gatwick, and it’s an All Line Rover which means it’s valid on everything including your service so may I politely suggest you give it back and let me through before the train leaves and there’s trouble!’ quickly passed from my lips which saw the ticket handed back and me heading all the way to the completely empty Coach 1 (Coach 11 was F&S, sigh sheeple).
Winner
700013 took me back over to East Croydon instead of the desired 319s due to my idiocy, though the 319s themselves weren’t required so I hadn’t missed masses. Off at East Croydon I was, and subsequently onto winner
377416 trailing dud
377413 to Victoria. Bit of a wasted move in the end for those 319s, though i’d still scooped up 5 winners for haulage so not completely. Down to the tube it was after a McDonald’s £1.99 voucher move, seeing me leap onto winners
11035/11036 to Oxford Circus followed by dud
3238 and winner
3554 to Paddington, where a Sainsbury’s move ensued for some supplies for the train and a cheeky vodka and lemon

I had sufficient time for a bonus move to Reading, so winner
43034 leading dud
43168 was my traction of choice on the 20:30 Swansea, fairly lightly loaded for the half hour hop before winners
43009/43027 filed in behind on the 21: something to Exeter. Wow, this service was absolutely dead! I counted about 30 on the entire train, and easily nabbed a table for 4 in Coach B. Slight issue though, we were about 10 late and I had my eye on a tight connection at Exeter onto an Exmouth service (yes, this is still the same day as when I was in Dover!) and the guard did indeed come around to ask how many people wanted it, him counting about eight and saying we’d get a taxi if it wasn’t held. I called him back and said if it’s missed, don’t bother with a taxi as I was on a Rover. He commented to me that he hadn’t done one of those since about 1993 and had a wee chat before heading off on his usual guard related duties as we blasted our way fast to Taunton.
He was damn good as dispatching us efficiently (we spent about 10 seconds at a stand at Tiverton) which saw us reach Exeter bang on time, meaning that I made winners
143611/150216 easily, and I sat in the 143 for the sole reason that it was completely empty while the 150 was bizarrely full. These were taken to shack 14, Newcourt, the new build station, and it was a decent enough 5 minute wait watching a few cats fight with each other on the platform before winner
143620 leading dud
143617 was taken one stop down to shack 15, Polsloe Bridge. I now had half an hour, so I went full idiot again and walked to shack 16, St James’ Park. It wasn’t a bad walk, albeit it was getting on for about midnight! It was a relief to reach the eerily silent platforms, and to jump back onto
143611/150216 for the run back to Exeter St Davids for around 0035. Oh dear, the Sleeper is delayed. Indeed, it had lost around 45 minutes in Cornwall, though it was booked to sit at Exeter from 0023 to 0059, so it didn’t leave all that late (around 0105). Happily, it was winner
57602 hauling this evening (morning), with a choice of either new or old seats. I initially went for the new seats (charging sockets were needed!) then realised that I absolutely couldn’t get comfortable so I curled up in an old seat and had a couple of hours sleep (very broken and not the best) before ending up at Paddington for 0504.
What now?