MrWolf

I thought there was nowt going on, but there's been a fair bit of figuring out what I need to do and importantly what order I need to do it in. Unfortunately the White Rabbit has been giving me lots of stick about all the other things I need to do. He isn't the slightest bit bothered that in this Wonderland, Alice isn't a precocious little blonde girl, but a potty little brunette with access to unstable chemicals...

70 year old motorcycle components in fact! I haven't given up on Aston or completely disappeared down the rabbit hole, I've been up to my ears with work, home and getting the 500cc BSA Star Twin put back together after the fire last summer. Of course, it became a complete rebuild of the "I might as well do it now because the bike is totally dismantled" variety. I've also acquired a couple of 250 BSA's from 1951 and 53, these had been dismantled forty five years ago and partly reassembled with no regard to what part came from what bike. I'm actually looking forward to making some more trees!

Ditto. I'm also a cyclist and I find the pair of them embarrassing.

Nice bit of carcass failure. Is it just me, or would anyone else like to stick something sharp into those bubbles?

It looks like it's been off the edge of the layout and another nose panel bodged on. Might also explain the dodgy chassis?

I do enjoy the regular postings from Dewchurch, it's good to know that the Beeching axe hasn't fallen yet, even though I don't often get time to comment, keep them coming, they're always inspiring and entertaining. Rob

I'm suffering from the after effects of that at present. I have two motorcycles of the same make and model, manufactured only two years apart which were dismantled forty five years ago by someone who started to "restore" them. Naturally, there's bits everywhere... I've spent hours measuring, trial fitting, reading old manuals, parts books and factory bulletins as well as trawling the internet and bothering those in the know whilst untangling everything. It's been emotional!

For me the black and white picture looks like some real place back in the 1930s and the colour one is like being able to time travel.

The DVLA seems to have not been all that concerned in the past with Isle of Man registered cars that had been sold off to the mainland. My school metalwork teacher had an ancient Triumph Herald 1200 estate on an IOM plate, displaying a K registration when the last sold here were on a J. (IIRC the island began the letter series a year before us.) It still wore its MAN plate in the late 1980s.

The Cumbrian Railways Association has some very good books available, I'd certainly recommend The Pilling Pig to anyone interested in light railways, especially as it became part of the big four and eventually British Railways. I also have a copy of Lancaster's Line To The Sea. "BOOKS" https://cumbrianrailways.org.uk/books.php

Quite the transformation I would say! Note to self: Must not start another project before getting the others finished.....

I suspect that is more to do with the current style of registration number being rather non memorable rather than your memory breaking down. I remember the registration number of the old bangers my father owned, (Hillman Minx 9080RE, Vauxhall Viva JJV205F, Hillman Avenger NJF750M, Vauxhall Cavalier YVS692S, but once they started putting letters at the front, I was lost.

You've made a great job of some more of those ordinary items that are seldom if ever modelled. The stink pipes were generally painted mid green or a bluish green to blend in with their surroundings.

Today Little Muddle, tomorrow - the world!

It's interesting to see the large oil lamp on the corner of the building too. In the later photo it has disappeared and there's a row of gas lamps beneath the canopy.

That looks suspiciously like a wash house, the washer itself being built into that odd corner. I do like to see models of things that were once very ordinary but now all but extinct. A very nice job you made of it too.

It occurred to me that the shepherd may have been awake all night worrying sheep. 😜

Anaglypta wallpaper, 1887 though!

That's great news, I'd better order some of both and get my builds finished!

I've had fun and games trying to attach fishing line to the Ratio / Peco posts, it seems to not like any type of glue. I've gone with extremely fine copper winding wire and when I can get back to the layout for a few hours I'll post up the results. Otherwise I'll be drilling six holes in over three hundred posts.....🤪

That might be the other way around, she may or may not have been the silent killer I was referring to...

I had one of those Rivarossi locos, mint, boxed and seemingly unused, it came in with some other railway odds and ends to a friend's antique shop. After a check over and a little oil, it ran beautifully on code 100 track. It went back to Italy via eBay for £30+ post as Swindon never had one. It would make an interesting and powerful loco and they do turn up fairly often. I think that the motor would probably run my 6" Colchester lathe.

That would be classed as threats to kill, putting them in fear of harm, use of an offensive weapon and in holding them at sawpoint, unlawful imprisonment. A better idea would have been to have said nothing to the police, armed ourselves with something silent, a couple of rolls of chicken wire and the keys to another friend's fishing boat. ☠️

My inner cynic would suggest that we, the British are not backward looking, the vast majority aren't looking at all, except at what is handed to them. The politicians, academics and oligarchs like that just fine, a compliant, fearful and servile people.

What would be the point of that? If you could even get a drugs marker put on the car, chances are all they'd get is a cannabis warning, or if charged with DUI and banned (if indeed the f'tards have ever held a license) they'll just buy another junker and drive it around until they get pulled again. The most likely result in court is being bound over or maybe a suspended sentence. If you think the police are indifferent to such behaviour, it's largely the fault of the utterly inept justice system. Last year I was helping a friend clear some land behind another friend's house which was so overgrown you could only see one of the three garages on site. We'd replaced the lock on the brick garage to store our tools, but after just four days someone crowbarred the door and stole two Stihl petrol brush cutters and a chainsaw. I called 999 to be told that unless the burglary was in progress I should call 101. An hour later, I got through and was asked if the burglary was in the house? No. The garage. Is the garage attached to the house? No. Then we can't attend. About an hour later we were hacking into the creepers at the back of the next garage and found the items in bin liners hidden between the garages under a large ivy plant. Obviously the thieves were intending on coming back with transport and probably had loot from other outbuildings. I called 101 again to fill them in on what we'd found and ask if they would like to catch the culprits as there had been a spate of burglaries, all they would need to do is keep watch. The answer, as you might have guessed by now was no. So I offered to assist, what if four ex military types secreted themselves nearby that night? I was then sternly told that it would be we who would be in trouble with the law. Exasperated, I suggested that the desk jockey should prepare for mayhem and hung up. We took all our tools home and decided that breaking and entering for the purposes of theft must now be legal, but we missed the press release.