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Sometimes you have to Double, Double Check

Remember that bridge I’m building?

Well, the first attempt looked pretty good, but…

When it comes to scenery and structures I’m pretty much of the school of If It Looks Right, It Probably Is Right.

So far, most of my layout building has been done by eye. No need for scales and engineering drawings.

However, I have used spirit- and laser-levels to set the bed of the permanent way, and checking for horizontal when positioning Boltorr Dam, and routing the access road. The access road does look a bit like an Ordnance Survey contour, and I’ll be relieving that a little. But that’s by-the-by.

When I made the final check of my first road bridge I found it had racked while the glue set. That is, twisted.

Unfortunately, this isn’t the age of Scotch glue – not that Scotch – animal glue – sorry vegans – or Seccotine – something for you piscatorians – so steaming or warming the modern PVA I used didn’t work.

Back to the drawing board.

All the component materials are much the same – 2mm MDF, foam-board, PVA, except that rather than gluing up the entire structure in one go and hoping for the best I’m completing one process at a time, letting it set, and then move onto the next.

Which is where I am now.

Diversion. When I was at grammar school, one of my first choices was “Latin” – sorry Fred Stacy – or “Woodwork“.

C’mon it’s difficult to be true to your roots.

Guess what I chose?

A lesson with “Woody” Worrell was a lesson in life. In the morning, come in, turn on the Scotch-glue-pot over the Bunsen Burner. In the afternoon, smell the dead animals boiling and rendering away in the glue-pot – still better than McDonald’s by a million miles. No really. But you know that, don’t you?

Anyway, we’d listen to the cricket on long-wave BBC from Droitwich. At the end of every lesson, he’d read a poem. Sorry Woody. I can’t remember any of them, but I know John Masefield and Rupert Brooks were in there, every time. Sometimes even Kipling. Thanks Woody. I mean that.

Then bus home, even if I wasn’t wearing my cap. Thanks, PGS.

Sorry. No Pictures of my abject failure. But I did win the school Woodwork Prize. Oh yes…
Just wait until my next posting…

Meanwhile in Dumnonia…

More Nostalgia…

A slideshow of images on the Marsh Mills- Launceston branch in 1962.

The Boltorr branch would have split off, north-eastwards across Dartmoor.

Around that time I was lucky enough to visit a few times the Tavistock Junction signal box. The signalman was Fred Morrish, a friend of my dad’s.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kgkN5V4y9cY

MoorCore… Sheep Gaze… Who knew?

Interesting article in The Grauniad:

The Dartmoor music scene. It doesn’t have a name, and perhaps it shouldn’t. All the work is unified by the landscape. None of the musicians, projects or creations will ever be picked up or heard – local radio is playlisted, national radio doesn’t know about it, and very little even reaches the internet, and so a great deal gets lost. It crosses ages, and genre borders – there are limited numbers of musicians, unlike big cities, so you’ll find unlikely collaborations. There is deeply original, challenging, sumptuous, stark, detailed, soft, heavy, intense, progressive or tuneful music here, which is so far from the mainstream that if music might be considered a solar system, this non-scene is the Oort cloud at the edges.

It sounds as if it’s in the same universe as Dumnonia. Wherever that is…

Last train to Transcentral… Chuff-chuff

The Model Railways of Chris Nevard

Polbrook Gurney Colliery
Polbrook Gurney Colliery

The Model Railways of Chris Nevard – Well worth a detour.

One of the best blogs about model railways. Chris Nevard’s approach, attention to detail, colour and one of the finest exponents of the “cameo” layout, shows that an awful lot can be done with a few well-chosen pieces.

I’m aspiring to this on Boltorr Rd.

The Model Railways of Chris Nevard

Brew Street
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