So as I was saying, I was hoping to set up a further meeting with the intended cladding contractor to try to get to the bottom of how the sheeting should fit. In the end, this took place Thursday morning as I had been waiting for completion of a fuel pump overhaul for a customer and it was wanted back PDQ.
After all the theatre and pezazz of last week's edition, here I am staring at the monitor trying to think how to produce anything of real interest this week. For in truth there have been a number of distractions that have prevented serious progress on any front. On the one hand, the weather has turned distinctly autumnal, with some misty mornings and a lot of rain.
There are some firms that are easy to do business with, and others that make you wonder how they stay in business at all. Around two-and-a-half years ago, I was in discussion with a firm – I'll not name them – about repairing and converting a tacho head (for the uninitiated, I mean the bit what goes in the desk and has a needle that indicates how many rpm the engine is doing) to suit a different input speed.
There has to my mind, been far too much 'playing' and not enough 'doing' in this blog of late, and so tonight's edition (and this assumes that I manage to finish it before midnight!) may make up for some of that, as the pressure switches to D2128, or as we are likely to refer to it from now on, 03 901.
As we waited for the guard's flag at Darley Dale this afternoon, one of the seed pods from a nearby tree passed us, attached to a brown leaf and twirling as it descended to earth, (though sadly this was tarmac so germination is unlikely) and I was reminded that the season is drawing to an end and autumn is almost here. We are nearly twelve months in to this shed-building mallarky and still not a roof that we can call home.
With D8 “Penyghent” having a holiday at Etches Park, it was down to '901 to maintain the diesel end of Peak Rail services, and not only was there a Tuesday and Wednesday but a Thursday too. With only two passed drivers that meant I was rostered for two of the midweek days and then Saturday, so no rest for the wicked.
Originally, I believe, 14 901 was due to return from Loughborough on Monday, but as Allelys had their prefabricated ramp in place to take the 66 back to Brush (from where it can rejoin the National network) the move was postponed to Tuesday, and as Reid's couldn't make Tuesday, a compromise was reached and it moved on Wednesday.
So, I left off the tale last night with '901 having arrived at Loughborough ready for the weekend gala. I had however, managed to ruffle a few feathers at the GCR with my remarks at the end of last week's blog, which was not intended. The truth was that, as of Sunday last week, we had had no communication from the GCR and only really knew we were going from their website. Apparently they had been having trouble with e-mails and amid the extra workload that goes to getting an effective gala together hadn't realised that theirs to us had not gone through.
As I am only starting this week's edition of the blog at 11.00 pm on Sunday night I shall be dividing it into two parts, so that I am not up all night writing it.
Well, I suppose I had better start from the beginning. On Monday, as forecast, Andrew set off rather later than planned for Scunthorpe, but rather fortuitously as it worked out, as the repaired spring for “Tom”, which I had arranged to pick up later in the week, arrived outside the Briddon Country Pile during the morning so we were able to hand-ball it straight out of the lorry and into the van. While he was over there, he refitted the buffer with a replacement spring (further information came to hand which revealed that the buffers on 03's should have but a single spring, not a nest of two as I had surmised, but that someone had bodged a completely incorrect spring into the place of the failed original).