Bennerley viaduct

Striding east to west across the Erewash valley on the border of Nottinghamshire and Derbyshire is Bennerley viaduct. A quarter of a mile long and 20 metres high, it is Grade II listed and one of only two surviving wrought iron railway viaducts in the country. It was built in 1878 by the Great Northern Railway to link Nottingham with Derby.

It is looked after today by the Friends of Bennerley Viaduct and was reopened in 2022 as a walking route and cycleway, though the Notts end remains inaccessible for the immediate future. There are plans for a new car park and visitor centre at the western, Cotmanhay end, where the viaduct crosses the Midland Main Line, adjacent to the Nottingham Canal.  

 

Welcome to York

York station is always a pleasure. Such a magnificent building in its own right, it occupies a wide curve where the main line heading north for Scotland, just manages to avoid crossing the River Ouse. For spotters, the drawback these days is the lack of locomotives, as all the passenger trains using the station are now units, apart from the soon to be displaced Class 91s. Sporadic freights do find a path through the platforms, but the avoiding line to the south and west allows most of these locomotive-hauled trains to by-pass the station altogether.

Nevertheless, it’s a grand place to be, with open access and that central footbridge linking the entrance hall to all the platforms and to the National Railway Museum, beyond. I spent a leisurely hour in the Costa coffee house that occupies the old signalbox on the main London platform, which is reached by the central staircase. I was surprised to see quite a few people bothering to stop and take a photo of their own of the famous old clock [with a clock within a clock!], the footbridge, the signalbox and some fancy wrought ironwork. They don’t make them like that anymore.

   

The NRM at 50.

Station Hall is open again after refurbishment but the familiar entrance to the museum via Leeman Road is still closed while further work is being undertaken. The road itself is blocked off and for now visitors arriving by train and on foot have to make a fairly lengthy journey around the circumference of the site to access either Station Hall or the Great Hall independently, with no direct link between the two while work continues as the former underpass has also been closed off. This state of affairs is due to last until the grand reopening, which is planned for 2027. The rusting tracks outside Station Hall and heading towards it from the north west end of the site were another clear reminder of the motive power depot, 50A York North. Though they are now fenced off, I remember first walking along these lines in the early 1960s, now 60 years ago and 10 years before the museum first opened.

Arriving by car is no problem, as the car park is close to both of the current entrances, but without a shuttle bus to the centre of the city, anyone needing a lift is dependent on the tourist road train at £5 a go. Landscaping surrounding the site goes on apace and what has been achieved so far suggests that this is being well thought out by those responsible, with wide and clearly marked cycle and walkways already laid out. It’s worth noting that the refreshment area in the Great Hall is nowhere near as comprehensive a meal time offering as it used to be, during this period of transition.

I spent some leisurely time at the NRM this week, enjoying a peek around the North shed, where the amazing array of small exhibits used to be a bit more of a jumble than is now the case, with more consideration having gone into the subsequent arrangement. I found a large display case with a multitude of GCR-inscribed crockery from the railway’s dining cars, refreshment rooms and hotels, and all now over 100 years old.

I took a closer look at the royal and other carriages in Station Hall, all beautifully preserved and clearly described, though with so many locomotives to choose from in terms of display items, I thought it a little strange that they had chosen to include 2 examples of the BR[LMR] Blue Electrics.

The walls are adorned everywhere with steam locomotive nameplates, providing a fantastic collection of reminiscences, as well as signalbox boards galore. The imaginative and enterprising winning entries for the Young Railway Photographer of the Year were on display upstairs on the mezzanine level. First prize went to 18-year-old Dale Bristo from St Helens “for his striking and dynamic hyperlapse image of a Merseyrail Class 777, taken at Liverpool Central station on the underground Wirral line platform”.

I had a sit down in the comfy chairs at the entrance to Search Engine, the NRM’s extensive library and archive. Here, I watched 100 of the collection’s most interesting photographs arranged thematically and presented on a VDU loop.  

 

Last Man Sitting

I went to Talisman Railwayana Auctions at the Newark Showground. I’ve been there many times over the years. It’s like stepping into a time warp. Nothing seems to change, within. It’s the same team in the same pavilion. All the side-stalls are booked and up and running, with largely recognisable faces in attendance. What has changed least through all of this is the railway paraphernalia and that’s the whole point. Nobody here wants it to change. It stands for a moment in time for all of us. It characterises our long-lost youth. It brings those memories flooding back.

Since Covid, all the other rival dedicated railwayana auction houses have gone online and stayed there. Talisman is the only one to buck the trend and carry on with live auctions. They are truly the last man standing in this field - or more precisely for auctioneers - last man sitting. So, hats off to Roger and Sandra Phipps for keeping the theatre alive. They were well rewarded again on Saturday with a solid turn out of punters.

Lot 262 was a “Great Central cast iron signal post finial. Unrestored and lacking its wooden top”. The Chair was a little perplexed about how to big up this rather underwhelming item and wondered out loud what use it might find about the house. “You could put your toilet rolls on it”, she concluded, which seemed like an eminently sensible suggestion to me. Corporal Pike might have had other ideas.

I had my traditional wander round and enjoyed a chat with the editor of the one-year-old Railwayana Collectors Guide, Stephen Anderson, who is maintaining a service to collectors that has gone on in one form or another for forty years, now, at Railwayana Collectors Guide – The bi-monthly journal for the railwayana collecting community. I had previously contributed to a number of editions of the “yellow one”, up to the retirement of the then editor, Tim Petchey. I sat and watched the action for a bit, but this was the first time I hadn’t bothered getting a bidding card. No doubt that’s another sign of the times, if only a personal one. I’d had my fix and I was off. I know I’ll be back, though.  

 

Bahamas at the GCR

After her visit to the GCR’s Autumn Steam Gala on the previous weekend, Jubilee Class No. 45596 Bahamas put in a final appearance before overhaul yesterday. We took a brief ride behind her on our way from Quorn to Loughborough, remembering how we had watched her storming Rattery bank in South Devon during the summer of 2024.   

 

Homeward Bound from GRJ’s Glacier Express

Basel looked interesting, but we were a bit pushed for time. We had arrived just in time for our evening meal, which was provided in the hotel next door to ours. The food at the Victoria Hotel was excellent, as was our stay at the Schweizerhof, and we negotiated the short walk between the two without any need for hard hats in spite of the warning! 

This left an intensive day’s travel back home, starting with a coach journey over the French border to Mulhouse. The attractive pink-shaded sandstone façade of Mulhouse station is extensive and impressive, and as so often happens in continental cities, it leads straight out onto a tram or bus interchange. The concourse at Mulhouse was notably different from the more traditional examples we had become used to seeing. It was light, airy and Art Deco in style. However, as our leader pointed out, the rest of the station left a bit to be desired, and viewed from the pedestrian overbridge, the prefabricated sheets that made up the platform canopies certainly looked very grubby.

Our Train à Grande Vitesse [TGV] to Paris Gare de Lyon turned out to be a record breaker. In 2007, it broke the world railway speed record reaching 357.18 m.p.h. That is not far off three times the speed that Mallard was doing in 1938, when she achieved the unbeaten world steam speed record on the East Coast Main Line. The TGV record still holds for travel on rails, though a Japanese Maglev [magnetic levitation] train subsequently got off the ground at 375 m.p.h.

I got a bit excited once we were under way. After all, I was facing the direction of travel, upstairs on a double decker unit and next to a window with great views of the countryside, behind a record breaker and on a train that regularly cruises at 200 m.p.h. on the most up to date sections of track. I just felt that I had to tell my mates all about it on our WhatsApp group without delay. Ian got back to me straight away to tell me that he was simultaneously on a Merseyrail train that had just passed Bidston rubbish tip at 27 m.p.h.

After that highlight it didn’t really matter that I was going backwards on Eurostar again. It was dark outside anyway for most of the time. Luckily, trains out of King’s Cross going in our direction had avoided the excesses of Storm Amy that had been suffered elsewhere. We had enjoyed an action-packed week away. The scenery had been as good as expected. The hotels were all splendid and we had felt well looked after, throughout, by our tour manager. I’m sure that it’s a stimulating and sociable job to have, travelling the world and seeing so many new places, but as anyone knows who has been in a similar position of responsibility for others on the move [in my case, countless times with school children] it’s a 24/7 duty roster with all sorts of unforeseen circumstances to suddenly have to deal with. So, thank you, Hilary, for your sound guidance, clear instructions and good humour at all times.           

The Glacier Express

Well, this was a very plush train. I tried to list the facilities, including more space and foot room [always important for people with bad knees], DVD screen with apposite information and updates [WC availability, map, next station, temperature outside, height reached in metres, time], larger tables for all with personal extensions, drinks holder, table light, drinks attendant with at your table service, waste disposal built-in at the side of the table, air conditioning, panoramic windows, fully carpeted, decorated wooden panelling with appropriate motifs, wi-fi, headphones for descriptive commentary, armrest, headrest with antimacassar, a spotless toilet nearby and probably some more stuff, as well. This was the only train during the whole week away where the very assiduous ticket collector insisted on checking the tour manager’s group ticket as well as each individual half-price Swiss rail pass and all our passports.

The train reversed at Chur and then headed west, winding its way through the Rhine Gorge to Disentis Muster, where a change of locomotive was necessary. The very hilly bits over the Alps here are too steep in some sections for normal trains to keep a grip on the tracks. These rack railways have an extra metal section attached to the middle of the sleepers, which is a ridged or toothed third rail, in effect. Under the locomotive is a cog, which grips the rack as it turns and adds sufficient adhesion to the process to pull the train up the slope. It also helps slow the train down on a steep descent. This happened in various sections on both sides of the summit and you could hear the added [though slight] grinding noise whenever the rack and pinion was in play.

The train climbed to the Oberalp Pass at 2,046 metres above sea level. The watershed here is between the headwaters of the Rhone, which flow west into France and those of the Rhine which flow east and then north into Germany. We wended our way downhill to Andermatt and then onwards to Brig, where we disembarked. We found the ancient Stockalperschloss, which had pleasant gardens to sit in, for those who hadn’t done enough sitting around already.