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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…