Bloody hell, it's a diesel!

Carlisle's lovely Citadel station was full of cameras, tripods and, of course, people behind them when the Fellsman came in pulled by The Great Marcess.
This chap had just got nicely set up when he heard something behind him and, sure enough, a Virgin Voyager came in on the line beside us. In fact it kindly pulled to the other end of the very long platform so as not to block our view...but judging by the look on his face he was not expecting it to.