Some months ago I talked about an old photograph I had acquired at a table-top sale at the school nearby, which showed a Hudswell,Clarke 3ft gauge 0-4-0ST on the contract that laid a water main through Chatsworth, and resolved once and (I hope) for all the identity of the loco, for the authority on such waterworks lines, the late Harold Bowtell, had concluded it was something else.
A fair amount of variety in the illustrations this week, and for most of them, I must thank Steph as she has been around to record some of what has been going on. That of course means that even camera-shy me has turned up in a few, but I hope that won't put you off your breakfast/lunch/dinner.
My faith in human nature is being brought into question. I mean, three brake vans full of camera-toting enthusiasts, and doesn't common-sense tell you that at least one would have posted up a picture on Flickr or a video clip on you-tube? There must be thirty or forty on Flickr from visitors who did a tour on the 7th February, yet the lot we took round last Saturday, when 03 901 and I were in command – is there one single picture showing the loco or even my smiling/scowling face at the cab window? Despite a whole week of checking all the usual tags – not a sausage.
And so we're in to the third month of the year. This week has had us sorting out 03 parts and getting ready for a Tata Tour, sorting out the forklift ready for more regular use and still finding time for Andrew to win a regional competition – but do read on...
So as I left it last week, the works train, but without motive power, was down at Darley and Rob, aided by whomever was available, was pursuing the track modifications and repairs. Cheedale was parked at Rowsley awaiting a new lift pump and fuel filter, and pretty much all was well with the world.
So, a few more days and all this Christmas humbug will be over and I can get back to more normal things. Even my daughter has taken me to task over last week's edition, pointing out that it was 1994, not 1997 when my mother died, but giving me the opportunity to blame any excess melancholy on it being the 20th anniversary.
I can't believe that it's less than two weeks to Christmas. For one thing, I don't feel at all “Christmassy”: although, to be fair, I never really do feel Christmassy. I have told people in the past that Christmas lost its appeal for me after 1997, when my mother died of cancer in the early hours, but it probably goes back farther than that.
Firstly, my apologies to anyone who had difficulty finding last weeks' entry – once I've uploaded it I normally check it by going to Categories and finding it on the current quarter's list. This I did and all appeared normal, but then Andrew complained it wasn't “up” and when I checked on the “Blog” or “Latest Post” headings it didn't show: in fact it did show on the RSS tab (upper left) so that was but 2 of the 4 places which you normally should find it. Whether it will happen again this week, I don't know. It may be a side effect of a recent “security mod” or just summat quirky. Either way if it happens again, try one of the alternative routes just in case. Of course if it does happen again this week this public service information will be of no use at all as you won't be able to find it...