Now look, if you're expecting another report like last week, with drama and theatrics as 901 pounded up and down the ELR, I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed.
These weeks are anything but normal, though come to think of it, I don't know what is “normal” at the Briddon Country Pile. On Monday Steph and I headed back to darkest Norfolk to return our grandson from his long weekend with us, and although there was muttered talk of “doing some work at the shed after you get back” there wasn't really much chance of it.
After the frenetic activity of last week, a quiet interlude perhaps? Not a hope.
I've had a couple of messages during the week from readers saying that they are enjoying the shed saga, and hopefully they should remain pleased as that will form the majority of the blog this week, I think. With Andrew back at work, progress has had to be maintained and with Andrew only there for some evenings, DPM and mesh were largely placed and prepared by Steph and I.
Here we are, nearly half way through the year. The longest day has come and gone. Wimbledon is in full swing. This time last year we were digging a test hole for the Structural Engineer, seeing site clearance finally underway at Darley and refitting the repaired turbo to 14 901.
This weekend has had the patter of tiny feet resounding around the Briddon Country Pile, as our grandson has been up on a visit, and while in forthcoming times this may well be an excuse to go visit other railways, it will of necessity result in some curtailment of activities directly on the collection. Anyway, there's plenty to talk about this week.
Who in their right mind nominates Friday the 13th as the day to start laying concrete? Well, we have, and to be honest, it'll be touch and go if we're ready in time.
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.
As we drove back this evening, Andrew and I were trying to work out exactly what we did each day this week and were struggling to slot it all into place. The trouble is, he has had the week off (although you wouldn't believe it from the number of phone calls he's taken) and I had sort of agreed that I would keep pace with him, so let's see if I can get it right and in logical order.
As usual there's a hec of a lot to get through, so here goes....