As you will have probably gathered, last weekend had us on a family get-together at Center Parcs Sherwood Forest over near Edwinstowe, so the posting was written in advance and automatically published at the set time: this week it's back to normal.
We used to believe that the last weekend of the month was the one where everything went wrong and the first was that when everything went right.
The eagle-eyed amongst you might have noticed that the url line for Weekend Rails has changed a bit. It is now an https rather than just a mere http, which means I apparently have an SSL certificate for it, as I also seemingly have for both my commercial site and Andrew's loco site. You might think that this means I'll be out buying picture frames so that I can have them in a line on the wall. Sadly no, it's not that sort of certificate.
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.
Here we are in March. Time seems to have flown this year but maybe that's because of that filming work that occupied me during January. Don't worry, I shan't harp on about it much longer. There's too much going on -
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.