Just a progress report. Building your own world, even a tiny corner of it, is hard work!
It has always been a part of my brief to get as much elevation as I reasonably could and I have to say it’s working out.
Actually rather too well in that the Boltor Brook seems to have carved itself a fairly impressive gorge through the millennia so I’m having to rewrite the narrative a little. But there are gorges elsewhere on Dartmoor, so it’s not improbable. Besides it’s my universe, so…
Structural work on the dam’s basin is done and sealed for landscaping and water effects.
The iron rail bridge has been set in ready for track laying with a little final adjustment to the abutments to fix a couple of issues. It’s safely stored away while landscape effects go in.
Some plaster slip has escaped onto the masonry but this is easily brushed off for the most part and will be weathered, vegetised, etc when it all comes together, at some vague point in the future, or maybe in the past. You know what private universes are like.
Now the bulk of the terrain from the basin to the Boltorr road overbridge has to be set in.
I’ve plotted the track of the access road to the dam with a turning point and overlook for intrepid walkers. The path progresses northish towards the road with a shortcut for sightseers from the platform.
I really have to start detailed thinking about the road overbridge and construction. This element acts as a scenic break too and has to incorporate a bus stop and normal access to the platform. This was built way before any modern disabilities’ acts, so it’s likely to be just steps down.
Life is great when I rule the world. First day of spring, soon.
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…
This particular article is made up of images of Princetown railway station, from the 1930s up until closure, collected by his late father, Gerald Worth.
While Boltorr is situated in another universe from ours, where there is another branch line over the analogue of Dartmoor, with some GWR and some LSWR/SR influence, these pictures are quite inspirational.