As I sit here, listening to the rain pounding on the roof, I can't help thinking "Thank goodness for the roof".
We were pretty snug yesterday, too, with the door shut and the aircon pumping out warmth. Good to have a healthy Geoff the Pres back with us. He and Dale have made very visible progress in fitting the fascia trim around the inside of the layout. Geoff the Sec continued with his mission to fill the store room with shelves. Grant was there, dropping pearls of wisdom and bits of fascia hither and yon. Derek was dropping droppers, fixing the dead spot we had found and ultimately creating a short. I was beginning to despair of that ever happening.
Paul came with photos of a mockup he had made, to show his vision for Port Gary. Then he innocently asked what colour droppers he should attach to the tracks on the wharfs (the tracks will be flush with the wharf surface, so we cannot just solder them on later as we generally do). This provoked a howl of anguish from Derek, because there is no plan drawn up for the branch line and he did not know the answer. We did sort out the answer but I won't repeat it here because I have already forgotten it. Looking at Paul's photos, I feel that the gauntlet has been thrown down to our regular scenic specialists - David, George, Grant, Martin, Simon, et al (Al always turns up), not forgetting our tree ladies Helen and Judy.
This absence of a plan for the branch line put me in mind of the creation of the universe. We started with a great formless swirling mass of dust. This has now started to take form and gather around discrete nucleii (called Geoff, Paul, David, George, Martin and Dale), all in orbit around the main line. The next step has to be interplanetary travel, hence Derek's anguish.
Meanwhile, I do have a plan for Stanley Creek and continued to lay tracks in that yard. Should be finished next week. Which brings me to the yard at Sayer. The passenger facilities are already sorted, with a main line carriage siding and branch line parking bay for railcars at the south end. To the north lies the freight yard - another swirling mass of formless dust. We have said that it will include loco facilities - water tower, coaling stage or tower, ash pit, turntable, oil tanks. What else - looking for suggestions.
At tea - thank you to Nancy for the cake, and to some one for the chocolate snowballs - we spoke a little of the seniors open day (October 14th) and agreed that a few of us should come in on the Friday afternoon to set up Bald Mountain. And Geoff the Sec has promised to send out a formal notice reminding members that our AGM is set for the 20th of this month.
The rain has now stopped and the sun is shining - maybe the dust is settling at last.
And I noticed that every one who drove to Club was driving a diesel.