Getting the hump

Apologies once again, dear reader, for not updating the blog over the last couple of weeks.

I have been busy racking up the hours at the controls, which I am still pleased to report is going well. As I'm getting familiar with the actual driving of trains I'm having to concentrate less on it, which means that I've been able to gradually add in extra bits, like PA announcements. As all of our services are driver-only operated, making announcements is part of our job. I'm beginning to get into the swing of it, although I'm having to think about the best time to make them so that they don't distract me from the more important job of driving safely.

Stopping at the boards is still causing some problems, though. I feel like I'm making progress on this and am developing my own braking technique, but my minder is concerned that I make too many adjustments to the brake on the run up the platform to the stopping point. Maybe so, but I'm getting more accurate with my stopping points and am able to keep to time, and don't necessarily see my technique as being bad. I understand what he's saying, but I still feel like I'm learning and getting a feel for what's what. For example, I've learnt now that a heavily loaded train behaves very differently from a lightly loaded one and will adjust my braking accordingly. When I get to a point where I know with some level of confidence exactly how any given train will behave and where it will stop, I won't have to make so many adjustments. However, until I get that experience and confidence I am either overestimating or underestimating and need to adjust for that accordingly.

Last week I got my first look at Hornsey depot from the driver's seat. I'm sure that it's actually quite straightforward, but there are a number of traps to catch out the unwary such as "stop" boards that are faded or missing altogether. It doesn't help when the shunters handsignals are not always clear. I had one chap signalling me off the wash road in the depot with an unlit bardic lamp. Needless to say I couldn't see him and sat there like a prune for some little while until he spotted what was amiss.

One other miscommunication that caught us out was the altered workings. It turned out that the arrangements that had been published for drivers was a complete work of fiction which caused us some confusion over our stopping patterns on two of our trips. It worked to our advantage on the first affected trip, as we weren't actually booked to stop at some of the stations shown a stops in the notices. However, on the second trip the notices said that we had a fast run back up to London, even though the station information screens at various intermediate stops suggested differently. We got a few odd looks and exasperated waves as we blatted through non-stop, but we were just doing what we had been told. Thankfully nothing has been said about it since.