Golly, Sunday again already. It hardly seems a week since I was sat here writing this. The grandson was returned to his mother's on Tuesday, restoring tranquility to the Briddon Country Pile for another couple of weeks, and you'd think from that all manner of things could progress once again, and you'd be right, and then again wrong.
Obviously one of my regular readers decided to follow up on my plug for Fascinating Aida as he wrote to me during the week to say that if I ever bought a Smart car he would never be able to look me in the face again. While it is a proud boast of mine that I have never owned a car with a “boot” (the nearest I got was buying my former company car – a Ford Escort hatchback – from Thomas Hills in the 80s) I think that would be going too far. I did once tell someone that I thought my next car would be electric – that was about three or four vehicles back – but the technology hasn't quite made it. Well, not in my price range.
I like to open these posts with a thought-provoking, insightful observation into the state of the heritage railway industry or something equally profound, but usually fail to think of anything. Tonight is no exception.
For most of my news this week I must rely on other people's efforts: for with less than a week to go before Rob leaves Peak Rail (at least in a full time capacity) the pace to get the trackwork completed has hardly slowed down.
The highlight of the week was I suppose, our first formal day of Forklift truck training. That may be a strange thing to say in a “railway” blog, but the art of driving and operating a forklift is likely to be a vital skill to restoration work in the future.
So, back to normal timetable and with the nights drawing in, a slightly earlier start to this week's edition. Several times during the week I have driven over the level crossing at Darley and glanced across to check all was well on the site. And there, forlorn and exposed, has been my forklift, which as you will recall from last week, got so far up the site alongside the shed before effectively becoming marooned in the soft, dirt and ash surface. And as it quietly slumbered, its sheer weight has assured its slow but apparent settlement into the ground as if it was taking root. I did not want it to do so.
According to the counting system within the software that runs Weekend Rails, this is the 200th edition of the blog, which began back in July 2010 on Railnuts. It has become a part of the Briddon family tradition over that time: indeed, we often find ourselves hunting back through it as a means of checking dates when things happened. If you are a new reader, feel free to trip back down my memory lane. If you have been with me for all or most of that time – well, I'm touched, but you should consider getting out more!!
I'll open tonight's missive with some photos courtesy of Toby, one of our colleagues from Scunthorpe. I said a week or two ago that “Tom” had been out on the plant with some real wagons to play with, and that I should have a video soon to upload. Well, all being well the vid will be uploaded this evening, but here's a few stills from the day.
First of all, let me thank all those who e-mailed during the week offering their best wishes after my daughter's nuptials. She and her husband are now somewhere in Japan and hopefully enjoying every minute of it. For us though, it is back to normal.
Well, by rights there shouldn't really be a blog this week. I mean, on Wednesday I popped down during the afternoon to meet D8 as it rolled in to Rowsley, as the Operation Director was on board and he would have with him his plan for utilising 14 901 during May. Basically this has the loco in use every Saturday and Tuesday after the first week, but I might as well have saved myself the trouble, for within an hour or two of me getting home, someone had put it out on the WNXX forum anyway.