BUFFERS NOT HIT

First of all, apologies for the delay in catching up and thank you sooo much for all the favs yesterday.
Wow what a day . . . some of you may remember our last Jolly Boys outing on Northern Rail . . . here . . . well, M and I did another . . . with the aim of getting even further than the 286 miles last time.
For a £10 ticket we set off in high hopes. Met all kinds of interesting folk from a member of the Rail Users Group in Bradford, to a grand group of young lasses from Brough . . . turned out that her Mum had worked with M Missus . . . to the final hooray Northern Trains Guard who was a star. He had to take the train on to Scarbados, then back to Hull and then drive home to . . . Scarbados. There is a map of our entire journey as an extra, but basically Home to Hull, Sheffield, Huddersfield, Bradford, (with a shout hello at Penistone Station), Leeds, York and Hull and home.
Other extras include scenes along the way. The main image shows the impressive old buffers . . . no not M & I . . . presumably these were oil or water driven.
Despite landslips and multi-station changes, we made it home on time. Now . . . that target . . . as we hit the final stretch from Bridlington the tension mounted . . . our previous best of 286 beaten . . . we wished away the miles. By this time the few folk in the carriage and that star guard were all tuned in. We began to slow . . . “Don’t worry,” he said, “ this driver always brakes early here . . . the Strava clock counted on ever so slowly . . . aaaargh . . . as we approached our station . . . 300 miles duly clocked up. . . everyone cheered and laughed . . . oh what a day . . . 301.28 miles on and we were back. Yippee . . . gotta be daft sometimes.