For a long time we
ran three - F302, 303 and 309 MYJ. But 302 and 309 were retired last
summer, leaving 303 to soldier on in isolation for another year. We might
not have bothered to keep it through the whole year, but it cost us £4000 to
get through MOT last August and I was going to get every penny of value out of
it! Finally its MOT expired at midnight on the 16th and it will pass into
history.
We won't dwell on
302. It was a good bus but to be honest was always the odd one out.
Acquired a good six months after the others, it never had the same zest
for life as 303 and 309 and plodded around at a sedate pace. Apart from a
starring moment appearing behind Michael Portillo in Great British Railway
Journeys, it has few claims to fame.
303 and 309 are
the ones that have a special place in my heart, for they were our first ever
bus purchases back in late 2007.
Our plan when we
started was to acquire four single deckers for a three PVR local service (which
wasn't going to be the A, that was a last minute change of plan) and two double
deckers as back-up and to take advantage of rail replacement opportunities etc.
The obvious candidates were Leyland Olympians, so Taz and I toddled off
to Ensign one day armed with the details of two Northern Counties Olympians.
At that stage I
was aware that Ensign had the Citybuses, but Taz didn't even know they existed.
I had however ruled them out of my thoughts as I was fixated on the idea
of Olympians, knowing that they had such a good reputation.
However, when we
looked at the Olympians we were underwhelmed. Mechanically they seemed
fine and went reasonably well - but not sparkling - on road test. But the
interiors were severely battle scarred, and would have needed a lot of TLC to
make presentable for public service. We had neither the time, money nor
inclination to take on that kind of project at that stage.
Since we were
there the ever-helpful Ross Newman showed us round the rest of their yard,
including - I think - some Dublin Olympians that might have been candidates but
for their very spartan interiors, and also the fact that they were rather more
than we wanted to pay.
Then Taz spotted
one of the B10Ms lurking in the shed and asked what it was. The rest - as
they say - is history. It was 309, and one road test later we were both
absolutely hooked. And apart from having an old-fashioned moquette, they
were ready to go to work.
So we agreed on
the spot to buy 306 and 309.
Then, after we had
driven out, I could see something was exercising Taz's mind, so I stopped the
car and shone the interrogation lamp in his eyes. It turned out that one
of them had square headlights and one had round headlights - a detail I had
completely missed - and Taz wanted them both the same. So I rang Ross
from just outside the gate, and the order was changed to 303 and 309 on the
grounds of matching headlights!
It would be almost
two months before we would get the benefit of our purchases. We made the
mistake of sending them to a recommended paint shop in Essex, who's name I
still cannot bring myself to utter without adding copious swear words, and who
proceeded to take absolutely ages to do two of the most awful paint jobs I have
ever seen.
But eventually we
did manage to collect both vehicles. I had forgotten how good the B10M
chassis really is, and it was a joy to drive 309 back, which of course was
accomplished without missing a beat. Then a few weeks later it was Taz's
turn to bring 303 back, and we each had our own adopted bus!
Between us, we have had many adventures in these two vehicles.
The most distressing was one of the first. On 8th March 2008 – the second
Saturday of us operating route A – I made a last minute substitution to put 303
on to a mid-afternoon departure from Eastleigh because I realised the scheduled
Dart was low on fuel. Three minutes
later, a car ploughed head on into 303 at the junction of Campbell Road and
Southampton Road. The car went straight
under the front of the bus and I still have no idea how the car driver
survived. Our vehicle was off the road
for about three months such were the extent of accident repairs.
In happier times, one memorable occasion for me was 303’s deployment
on a Three Bridges – Brighton non-stop rail replacement diagram one
Sunday. Six round trips plus positioning
mileage, 22 hours from depot to depot all at high speed running without missing
a beat.
303’s real finest hour for me though was also on rail replacement,
working for South West Trains on an overnight job between Eastleigh and
Poole. For reasons that are not relevant
here, I’d given myself a seemingly impossible task to get back empty from Poole
after my first trip, to do the 0243 Eastleigh – Southampton Central. I drove 303 the 36 miles from Poole Station
to Eastleigh Station in 43 minutes, and arrived back in Eastleigh with 2 minutes
to spare! 303 was on a pedestal for me
after that night, and although Taz would never agree, that was the night it
became mine!
For comedy value though, you could not beat the visit of 303 and
309 to the Isle of Wight for the 2010 Isle of Wight Festival. Southern Vectis were, as usual, superb hosts
and looked after us well, but with most of their fleet being around 14 feet
tall or less, when they made the ferry bookings they didn’t give a thought to
the implications of us bringing buses 14ft 10ins in height!
We were booked on Wightlink’s Portsmouth – Fishbourne route, a
route comprising four boats, only one of which – as it turned out – happens to
have enough deck height to accommodate these buses.
Taz and I dutifully turned up for our booked sailing only to watch
the one suitable boat just leaving the berth on the previous sailing. We parked in the assigned lane, and were then
greeted by a marshaller strolling up, peering skywards and declaring there was
no way our buses would fit on the next boat.
So we watched our booked sailing come and go, then the marshaller
reappeared with a senior colleague and a very long stick. They held the stick against the front of 309,
measured the height and declared that it would – just – fit on the next boat.
The next boat appeared and I set off down the ramp in 309 with Taz
in 303 behind me. Once on deck, I crept
as gingerly as I could into the covered section below the passenger
accommodation, with a very nervous looking marshaller in front of me watching
me. I reckon I got just over halfway
through when his anguished looks turned to blind panic and much shouting and
waving and gesticulating. I was now wedged
against the roof! I was all for carrying
on and popping out the other end, but this wasn’t deemed an acceptable
solution, and there was nothing for it, but for Taz and I to reverse in convoy
off the Isle of Wight Ferry and back up the ramp onto dry land.
Eventually we made it to the Island almost two hours later than
planned, having had to wait for the one decently sized boat – the St Clare – to
come back round.
After that, we barely saw 303 or 309 for the rest of the
weekend. Or to be accurate, we saw
plenty of them, but being driven by a variety of Southern Vectis staff. Such was the appeal of these vehicles that
they were seemingly passed from one driver to another in a continuous relay,
without us getting a look in. Which was
absolutely fine by me, because it meant we got to drive all their buses
instead!
The trip home was also entertaining. We were not the only operators working on
hire to Southern Vectis that year – Reading Buses were also present with four
Spectras and Emsworth and District had one Olympian on parade. Originally we were all booked home Fishbourne
around 1400 hrs on the Monday, after the rush of homebound Festival-goers had
abated. However, due to some kind of
administrative error, those bookings were found not to exist and we were all
rebooked onto the 0100 hrs sailing on the Tuesday.
An eleven hour delay in the homeward journey was not a huge issue
for us or for the Emsworth driver. We
simply went home, on foot, having done a deal with Vectis for their staff to
put the buses on the boat at their end at the appointed time, so all we had to
was turn up at Portsmouth to meet them off the boat.
For the Reading drivers who, it must be said, had not really
entered into the spirit of the weekend right from the start, this was a nightmare. They couldn’t go home, they simply had to
wait with their buses on the Island and eventually set off eleven hours later
than planned.
So it wasn’t a huge surprise, when the boat docked at Portsmouth
at 0145 hrs, as we stood on the quayside waiting for 303 and 309 to be brought
off, that the four Reading buses roared past us with scarcely a smile, let
alone a wave as they set off for the long journey home.
303 and 309 appeared moments later, as did the Emsworth bus, but
there was no-one waiting to collect it!
The Vectis driver was panicking as he had to go back as foot passenger
on the same boat, so Taz and I took responsibility for the Emsworth bus, parked
it, isolated it and secured it as best we could.
Subsequently – and I only have it as hearsay that this is true –
we learned that the Emsworth driver had been in Portsmouth, in plenty of time,
but became so bored waiting that he decided to go over to the Island as a foot
passenger to retrieve his bus himself. Whether
he didn’t realise that there was more than one boat on the route, or whether he
simply misunderstood the timetable is not clear, but evidently as he sailed
across the Solent, he passed his bus going the other way about half way across!
This delayed Taz and I by about five minutes, but it was with huge
satisfaction that we caught up with the Reading Spectras on the M27 at
Bursledon and romped past them with theatrical waves galore!
303 and 309 went back to the Island the following year, with much
less excitement on very capacious Red Funnel ferries, but in doing so gave me
the opportunity to capture this shot of 309 on Shanklin seafront.
By this time next week the likelihood is that these vehicles will
be no more, but they will always be fondly remembered as the vehicles that gave
us our first start in the world of bus operation!
