Musings from the Merse
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
GNER were splendid until Grantham. 3 minutes late and no excuses. but then we sat there. THen a mysterious announcement' If there is a GNER drIver on this train could he (no she note) report eto the station master' Goodness-how did we get to Grantham without a Driver? We collectively Boggled and you could hear a fresh sandwich drop.. No one seemed to leave the train. Driver or otherwise. But why leave the train. Did he need to get his' 00' licence from the Station Master before he could take the train on to Kings Cross? We never knew. The train set off , wiyh no further explanation ten minutes later and became categorised as 'slightly delayed' the stage before 'slightly late running' But no explanation as to the presence or otherwise of a driver. However we arrived safely-perhaps with the aid of the Grantham Station Master's remote control.
I rushed down the platform to see who got out of the driver's cab.
No one did. I looked at the engine name: 'The Marie Celeste' Odd
I rushed down the platform to see who got out of the driver's cab.
No one did. I looked at the engine name: 'The Marie Celeste' Odd
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There must be something about Grantham..... After ending six long years of daily commuting torture from Portsmouth to London courtesy of South West Trains, I reluctantly agreed to forego the "pleasures" of driving home from Middlesbrough and agreed to give the car to my husband while I, some days later, travelled home by train. I should have known better. After leaving Darlington with a brand new laptop to play with en route, we arrived at Grantham.....and sat there for three hours. I phoned the old man on the mobile "Guess What!???? *******. And my battery's flat!!" I'll leave the rest to your imagination.
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: 10:14 PM
: 10:14 PM
Glad to report we missed out Grantham on the way back but it didn't help/ One hour and ten minutes late and we had a driver as well.
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