Broithe

This could be an inspiration for the continental boys, if they want a decent-sized shunting layout. https://www.google.com/maps/place/Seevetal-Maschen,+Germany/@53.4070883,10.0510059,1361m/data=!3m1!1e3!4m6!3m5!1s0x47b1946f43793b07:0xa263df5063de3e0!8m2!3d53.3774197!4d10.0348263!16s%2Fm%2F06w56r3?entry=ttu&g_ep=EgoyMDI0MTExNy4wIKXMDSoASAFQAw%3D%3D

There were two of us in the morning, but the evening crowd was only half the size.

In order to secure my bonus points, I ventured out again. At +5 minutes, I was becoming sceptical - then I thought I could hear a train in the distance and the appropriate signals went green. Then the lights appeared as it came round Killasmeestia. The ambient lighting in the station is much stronger these day and I was hoping for a better view from the opposite platform. The passage through the station was at much higher speed than this morning's journey down attained there. So, this was the sum total of my pictures. Don't bother sending on my bonus points - well, not until you've converted them to euros...

Bang on time!

A chap I was at college with recalled going for an interview as smartly dressed as was possible, on a train full of posh, pinstriped businessmen. By the time they got to the destination, the steam-cleaning process made it look like nobody was even wearing their own clothes.

I worked, not on railway stuff much, for a factory that had been English Electric, before the merger* with GEC. We still had some old EE stuff on the go afterwards, both new production and repair/maintenance work. It was very clear that the old stuff was hugely better, both in terms of function and reliability, if a touch more expensive at the purchase stage. The GEC stuff, of the new order, was unreliable and untrustworthy, living largely off the 'buy British' policy of the main market and what were essentially subsidised export sales via 'foreign aid'. It was like building Corollas and Metros alongside each other. All dead and gone now, of course. * "Anschluss" was the preferred term...

Lord Rothschild was known for his team of zebras, although he seems to have a courtesy horse here, as the fourth zebra might be in for servicing...

This might be on it? I suddenly remembered seeing this lot around 1977, I think.

There was one of these up along the Welsh coast earlier today. https://windracers.com/drones/

https://www.irishrail.ie/en-ie/news/public-consultation-ecripp?fbclid=IwY2xjawGaOBlleHRuA2FlbQIxMAABHWTmDFs2qg5QDb-3cIqzbpAmCl7c2nEPTsaKoFk7aRwzgVVMkCR06UoNwQ_aem_wnLiOCFodtHsvDOP67V3pQ

I went to ten schools with a wide variety of social stratification. Whilst most generalisations will have exceptions, of course, I found a distinct tendency for the posher lads to be dodgier, perhaps from a feeling of being less vulnerable to authority. The extremes of variations in the girls was much less, to the point of being largely negligible. I do think your surroundings have some effect, in both directions - the results can perhaps be steered a bit by yourself, but you can only work with what you have available. My father had moved up to Dublin from Laois, finding work as a barman - then he took it into his head to join the RAF - we went to Scotland, then three years in Malta, with my first year of school there, then to the Cotswolds, like living in a picture on the top of a biscuit tin. Around England from there, then, most important of all, three years in Cyprus as a teenager - that made me what I am. Downhill from there, though - back to Lincolnshire - like being put into an induced coma... After that, I accidentally went to an excellent college and worked in a factory that was like being in a sit-com* all day. If we'd stayed in Dublin, I would be somebody else altogether. I often wonder about that. At the poshest school I went to, pretty much the only lad I trusted for my year there was, like me, sent by the council, and the school put up with us, or they didn't get the subsidy money that we brought them. We were required to state what our fathers worked at. They weren't hugely happy with my father not being an officer, but they actually refused to record his father as 'farm labourer', glossing over it by describing him as a 'farmer', which looked so much better. *If you can find any episodes of The Gaffer, with Bill Maynard, it is a wonderful caricature of the state of British industry in the 1980s.

I limit myself to this gossip column...

https://www.marketscreener.com/quote/stock/HORNBY-PLC-4004724/news/Hornby-sells-loss-making-Oxford-Diecast-brand-for-GBP1-4-million-48270708/

It's a 100 μF, which seems small to keep things alive for long.

Have IRM scanned it? Is there a programme for production of the model yet?