Sunday once again, April is half-over, Easter is in full flow. I used to say that on Bank Holiday weekends I'd leave the blog until Monday, but – well - at my age I can get confused enough and can't remember which day I did what sometimes. So Sunday it had better remain, even though, as I finish editting this, the clock has ticked over past midnight anyway.
After the all-action report from last week, perhaps something a little more calm and laid-back would be in order. Are you sitting comfortably? Then let's begin....
I have had the feeling over the years that a lot of railway enthusiasts also have a partiality to Land Rovers. I used to put this down to them being the nearest thing to a loco on rubber tyres, but then in the 1980s I discovered minilok, and realised that they had a long way to match up. You'll know if you've stuck with this blog for any length of time that we've had two Land Rovers, a short wheelbase that lingered in our garage from about 1986 and finally was sold when we left Briddon Towers, and a long wheelbase Defender that Andrew bought from RMS Locotec and finally left in a container for the USA. But once you've owned a Landy, not possessing one leaves a hole, and when Steph declared she'd like another in place of her Micra sometime, we needed no further excuse...
As you know, we are apt to acquire things from auctions. Not just e-bay, but “traditional” auctions where the bidding may be on-line but more often in person. But years of watching BBC's Bargain Hunt has taught us to know what it is you are bidding for, what it is worth and not get carried away with the moment.
A visitor asked on Saturday 'How many of these locos actually work?' and for once I could say, that one, that one, that one, that one, and that , that and that could be made to go with batteries and an hour or two's work... It is not that we have made any dramatic moves forward on the collection, but suddenly you realise just how much we have achieved - so far.
It's been a pleasant weekend here in delightful Derbyshire, the rain has stopped and today was positively spring-like. I shouldn't put a jinx on it though. Probably by Friday we'll have storm 'Egbert' or some such with snow hail and hurricane winds. As my old geography master used to say 'Britain doesn't have a climate, only weather – discuss'. Strange how if we then tried to discuss it between ourselves we were always told to be quiet.
You were lucky to see last week's edition anywhere near to time. I set off south having (I thought) set it to publish at nine p.m. but in my haste had not got it right. Fortunately my hoster - Bill Hyde at Priday Design - not only provides a first-class service but is also a reader and a friend. He popped in to the administration section, realised I'd got it wrong and set it right!
Owing to a last minute change of schedules, I am once again whooshing down the M1 to London so this must perforce be a hurried edition.
A pleasant evening at Briddon Country Pile tonight. No dashing off down that darned motorway, grandson asleep in the next room and all is sweetness and light. Except that I've nothing much to write about and no photos to prove otherwise.