Eleven of us gathered around the tea table for a well earned and well catered break.
The well earned bit came from an industrious couple of hours of mostly scenic activity. Except that Derek ( who, it turns out, had not been near Japan since last year - I must eavesdrop more carefully) spent his time under the bench fighting with the 3-way point at Sayer yard. I had trouble persuading it to function properly when I installed it. Even the assistance of Geoff the Pres was not enough, and they gave up the battle at around 4pm. During Derek's forthcoming absence in Sicily (I think I have it right this time) I will exchange the above board Peco motors for a couple of under board Hatton's units. Then we shall see how the immovable object deals with the irresistible force.
The divider between Mousehole and the Stanley Creek yard received some attention. Dale had brought a tapering brick wall to obscure a startlingly white area and , having proved that it would fit, took it away to finish off. Geoff the Pres, in between talking with Judy and helping Derek, improved the appearance and security of the edge capping on the divider. The end no longer reaches out to ensnare the casual passer by. In the yard itself I continued the broad acre work of laying hard standing, ballast and weeds.
Our shearing shed has been trimmed a little (shorn, I suppose) and lifted a couple of inches to settle into place amidst the snowy white plastic paddocks that have appeared. A mere wave of Paul's magic static gadget will turn these into swards of green sheep pasture I am sure.
As usual, to find George or Rod one had to time travel to Baden-Württemberg. Martin made the trip when he was engaged as cassette consultant. David appeared to be out of work at some point, but only briefly. Geoff the Sec did things around Steward.
One reason that tea was well catered was the unheralded appearance of Helen with muffins and little square things to add to the cream sponge. I am not sure who brought the sponge, but it was certainly Rod who took the remains home. Next week will be catered by Geoff the Sec (really, by Heather).
Next week, first Sunday of the month, will be a running day. First job, I suspect, will be to scrape all the wayward scenery and glue off the tracks before anything will move. No suggestions of timetables or schedules that I am aware of, but I think that I will set the Flying Scotsman off on a non-stop run and let all lower forms of life practise hiding in sidings as it comes through. There is a remote possibility that Geoff the Sec may decide that it is time for a committee meeting. In case you forgot - every one is on the committee.