So, the early bird may have missed the worm. If you read last week's edition of the blog before I got back home on Monday, then you'll have missed the 'postscript' I added after receiving pictures and news from Scunthorpe, where 03 901 took over a tour from an ailing 'Cranford'.
If you're one of those avid readers who visits during the course of Sunday evening (and generally I've had had the first four or five visitors before I've even had time to do the obligatory site back-up) then – shock news – I'm not here. If you're reading this in the course of Monday, or later, then normality will have been restored.
Sunday again. Is it just me or has someone pinched a day or so this week? I could have sworn it wasn't seven days since I was last thinking what to say.
I have received complaints from readers this week. 'Not enough pictures' from one and 'no videos' from another. Well this is supposed to be a blog: if you just want to see pictures then I believe Tumblr may be more to your liking. But I shall try and appease all with a fair smattering of photographs and a little video.
I was tempted to start with 'Did anyone miss me?' but given the number of e-mails and text messages I've had, mostly worried that the tardiness of last week's edition was indicative that something untoward had occurred to me, I know that many did.
Continuation Of Cheedale and conflagration ......... see part one here
Some weeks ago Andrew was approached by a well-known Wickhamophile regarding collecting and providing a temporary home to a Wickham-ish trolley that was otherwise going for scrap as contractors cleared the former MPD at Buxton. As the prospective owner hadn't the time to organise collection and there was a deadline, Andrew popped across and determined that if it could be wheeled down the track, there was an easy location for it to be HIAB'd on to a lorry and brought down to Darley Dale.
D'y'know, earlier on this week I composed a truly fascinating and thought-provoking opening paragraph for this week's blog, and here I am all set to rock the very foundations of my readers worlds and I simply cannot remember what it was.
Amongst the various comments I received after last week's edition was someone who revealed a secret passion for sinks – apparently ours is a 'Belfast', actually I thought it had probably come out of a signal box much nearer home – and a suggestion that a photo of a mechanics coupling would have been much easier to understand than my convoluted description.
And they were right of course, but strangely I hadn't got around to taking one, remiss I know but sometimes even I forget to bring the camera with me. So for starters I can at least correct that omission -
Gee, hasn't the weather been odd this week? Fog and bloomin' cold most days, and then balmy and sunny at the weekend so that I've had to discard one of my many layers of clothing. Carry on like this and the annual hose-pipe ban will be declared early.