OK, this is where it all gets heavy, where we reveal all the intense modelling activity that thrives night after night at a packed clubhouse, where the only sounds are of baseboards being sanded to size, track pins being hammered into submission and scenery scatter being scattered.
Some of that goes only certainly, in amongst the consuming of tea, the poking of the fire (real sea coal of course) and general chat about all things railway and sundry other matters. And the size of the clubhouse means it doesn't take many to pack it out.
We meet twice a week - Friday is the main night but Tuesday is becoming increasingly popular as well.
We are building a new dual-gauge layout upstairs in the front room and a new exhibition layout (Talisker Glen) in the back.
Downstairs Saltash is worked on in-between exhibition outings.
Also in the summer we escape on an annual sleeper trip.
Our exhibition, and we say it as shouldn't, is pretty darn good. Not just for the quality of the layouts, traders and society stands, but because we adopted the phrase 'customer service' when it was humble, poor and looking for a good home. Now of course it's been stolen away by assorted mega-corporations, who promised it a warm page in a smart dictionary and all the verbs it could eat. But we hung on to a little bit, and bring it out every autumn and polish it vigorously.
