It was the Summer of 1974 and I planning a teenage whistle stop railway adventure. I was due to have my interview with British Rail Engineering at Crewe Works in 4 weeks time but I had time on my hands. I decided to buy a London Midland Region Railrover ticket. This ticket allowed unlimited travel over the London Midland Region for a whole week (see map below) In those days I lived in Stevenage, Hertfordshire on the Eastern Region served by trains to and from Kings Cross. As this station was not covered by my Railrover, I had to also pay for a ticket to London. Find out more about these suburban lines here.
The aim was to use Euston as a starting point each day and return to London at night to stay with my Aunt and Uncle who lived in North London. Survival depended on British Rail cheese and pickle sandwiches which were not as bad as their reputation! My guide for the week was to be the newly issued British Railways first all system timetable. This replaced the 5 regional timetables. A rather weighty tome which I had to carry with me on my travels. A whopping 1347 pages long weighing 1.56Kg! It certainly didn’t fit in the pocket and practically filled my rucksack on its own.
The aim was to cover as much of the London Midland region as possible in 7 days. I’d been to some stations on the London Midland Region previously whilst on Merrymaker and Mystery Trips. The Settle to Carlisle route was a priority. Travelling up the West Coast Mainline to Carlisle, I got the Thames Clyde Express back from there as far as Skipton along the S&C. Then I retraced my steps through Gargrave and Hellifield changing at Lancaster to catch an Express heading South and returned safely. A real circular tour.
I also managed a trip out of Liverpool Exchange on the electric service to Ormskirk changing onto a DMU to Preston. I was keen to take in the beauty of the Cumbrian coastline. One of the days, I remember catching a Southbound service from Preston behind a class 40. It put up one of the most spirited runs I have ever had behind one of these locos. I cannot recall sitting in a seat on that journey but spent the whole time resting my arms on the droplight door window and sucking in the experience.
One day, my plan turned out to be too ambitious! After suffering some missed connections, I found myself stranded at Carlisle late one night. I had no chance of making it back to London and my Aunt and Uncle. Bedding down in the waiting room on the island platform, I was woken several hours later by a British Transport policeman. After showing him my valid ticket and he was happy to let me stay and sleep.
The most memorable trip of the week occurred when my Aunt and Uncle foolishly said that they would be away for the weekend. I would not be able to stay with them on the Friday night. This was my opportunity! I decided to take the Stranraer boat train from Euston at 20:55 and intended to get off at Carlisle at 02:00. I had the choice of my bench in the waiting room to be my bed for the night or returning to Euston on the Royal Highlander.
On boarding the 20:55, I was fortunate to get a whole compartment to myself in the Mk1 carriage. I shut all the blinds and went to sleep. I was woken by the sound of the sliding door to the compartment being opened. A Scottish voice asked for my ticket. When I showed him my Rover ticket, he laughed and asked where I thought I was going? When I replied ‘Carlisle’ he laughed again and announced we were just approaching Ayr!! I was horrified to discover I had missed my stop and was now miles away. He was very sympathetic and offered to let me off at Ayr, a set-down only stop at 04:00.
Help from the staff
The next train to Glasgow was a couple of hours wait. The guard had told me to use the staff mess room and to tell anyone asking that I had his permission which was very kind . I managed to make a cup of tea – black as there was no milk. At least it was warm and wet! The driver of the 06:05 to Glasgow appeared a bit later and was very understanding when I told him of my predicament. When the guard of the 06:05 arrived he felt rather sorry for me. On arrival at Glasgow he would see the guard of the train back to Carlisle and explain what had happened so that I wouldn’t be charged. The journey got stranger! We struck some cows that had wandered onto the line but luckily the train did not derail. There was blood on the windows and we had to stop at the next station for the train to be inspected. The rest of the trip South was uneventful in comparison.
I had a great week travelling the West Coast Mainline and the Seattle and Carlisle. Four weeks later, I passed my interview with British Rail Engineering at Crewe Works and became a trainee engineer. This meant I now qualified for travel concessions. Further adventures awaited me at the next opportunity…
If you’ve enjoyed this reminiscing, you might be interested in reading further. I recommend the book Seventies Spotting Days Around the London Midland Region from Amazon
Have you ever fallen asleep on the train and woken up in the wrong place??