Following on from weathering the track, today in the shed was focussed on finishing the little details and installing figures to bring things to life.

It's 1988 and WMT have started painting their Fleetlines in doom grey.  One of them has pulled up outside In Cod We Trust and the driver is leaning against the post box having an animated discussion with an off duty colleague, whilst the passengers wait in the sunshine on the bench.  The chippy manageress has stepped outside and is chatting with a customer whilst two women from the Poplars estate have a gossip in front of the W-Anchor.



Round at the bus station, a number of litter bins have been installed although as the service is so frequent there are fewer people around than you would expect.  A middle aged couple look into the window of Len Langlands to decide whether Swedish furniture is their taste or stick with ghastly Chintz.  In front of the Stevenson's Metrorust Tom and Jerry have made it from Wombourne but are now rowing over whether the funny yellow bus will take their Twirly passes.  Over by the war memorial Jan and Dirk the Dutch bus drivers have been joined by colleagues, all of whom are blissfully unaware pint sized Blakey is on the prowl.



Looks like two of WMPTE's development officers are watching from in front of the station, as I doubt any bus spotters would rock up in a suit and tie.

A fight is about to break out between a one armed man in the grey mac and the bloke in the shiny leather coat as to who flagged the taxi first.  Good job I bought two then.  Meanwhile two railwaymen ignore the commotion.



Over on the Fagg End estate the houses have now gained gates and the two neighbours have a chat over the wall.

Congestion on Euneda Highway, probably caused by the lack of directional signage.  It's still at the printers.  (Bus on a bridge alert by the way...)

Over in Tudor Row Michael Portillo (left) makes his way to Bistro Tango, the Danish-Spanish fusion eatery to see if anything tickles his palette, one of the solicitors employed by Hickman Barnes and Roberts has just left the half-timbered offices and Miss Brett, daughter of Mrs Brett who runs the Tudor Court branch of Bretts Fabrics, is chatting to a sales rep having locked up for the evening.  Looks like the signalman on duty down in the box cycled here as his Mini isn't parked in front of the gate leading to the vertiginous steps down to the box in the cutting.



It's all about to kick off outside the pub as a bloke dances with the pub bike blissfully unaware that his formidable wife is standing behind him about to knock seven kinds of organic compost out of him and the brass.  Meanwhile the barman has sneaked out and is leaning against the wall ready for round 1.



In the Swan Centre, someone is about to enter my niece's art and craft shop whilst next door an excited sci-fi modeller has bought something from my brother which he is eagerly clutching.  John Travolta's grandad and consort are dressed up for an early evening cabaret dinner and disco dance at the Knight Inn.  The swan sculpture is back and now resides in the carrot pond.



Further down the manager of the Val U convenience store chats to one of the market stallholders whilst a group of noisy shoppers have a cup of tea at the Blue Tit Cafe's outdoor seating area (a picnic bench...)

In front of the court Jack the Lad greets his girlfriend after he got off with a fine in the Magistrates Court for affray, whilst now ex-Councillor Wright-Burke is interviewed by Wednesford Television's "Wednesford Calendar" chief reporter about his conviction for "Treating" under election law, following the In Cod We Trust chips for votes scandal in the last Council election.

Away from the judicial circus Mrs Brett chats to two of her regular customers from Wednesford's ethnic communities in the Queen's Court shopping parade.



In the lower part of town three detectives discuss who to fit up next outside Shaw Taylor House.  The hot hatch seems to be a popular plain clothes car in the secure car park.  Good job it's secure as those Escort XR3i locks were a doddle to open with a coathanger.



Outside the library the car park is a bit more busy than last time.



In the park Car Park there's quite a few cars.  Must be a nice day and evening.



At least the visitors enjoying the evening sun and impromptu concert can keep the park tidy now litter bins have been installed.

Day off tomorrow, then stringing the remaining catenary before actually playing trains!

Nearly forgot...the condemned houses which will be demolished to make way for Fagg End phase 2 have encouraged a pop-up horizontal leisure consultancy and we see four of Wednesford's top horizontal night time leisure consultants pitching for trade from a grubby individual in a Skoda.