Decisions, decisions

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Darjeeling Tours have now published their plans for tours next year, and very enticing they look too. Simply put, it's a choice between two tours that cover fairly large distances to include some of India's tourist highlights as well as the DHR, and two which stay closer to the railway, spending more time in and around Darjeeling. I suspect the latter may provide the type of itinerary craved by our particular group of train enthusiasts, but I make no predictions. It is perhaps just as well there is plenty of time to decide.

Having lit the blue touchpaper, your webmaster is now retiring to
Zimbabwe to study somewhat larger locomotives.

In the year of the big four-zero

Time marches on, and we are now in the year of our chairman's coming of middle-age. A note from Darjeeling Tours has arrived in response to a polite query on progress with devising their tour programme for the coming twelve months. Apparently there is to be a Raj History tour in the autumn of this year, which may appeal to our more patriotic members. However it has a fairly brief time at Darjeeling itself, with no two-day steam charter. Soundings are being made with the electorate, and without wishing to prejudge the outcome it may well be that this tour is sub-optimal for our purposes. In which case Q1 2011 seems the more likely window of opportunity.

Then we were four

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This was to be titled Now We Are Six, but severe flakiness on the part of two candidates for another Welsh Highland weekend reduced the numbers by a third. Their personal files will be suitably annotated. The remainder experienced one of their more enjoyable weekends, despite the weather (cold and snowy) and the potentially arduous nature of the work (strategic rail stacking). The saving graces were the attention paid to adequate hot refreshment breaks and the relaxed nature of the workforce, in the guise of the Black Hand Gang. Another positive feature was the close proximity of the Santa Specials, complete with a Father Christmas, sorry the Father Christmas, clearly paid by the ho-ho-ho, and some elves with an extensive and surprisingly robust vocabulary.

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In the course of the two days we traversed the full length of the line open to passenger traffic, through scenery that was very frozen and very scenic, further enhanced by views of a pair of black locomotives creating their own micro-climate of white steam clouds. The evening in-between was spent in convivial company at the Hen Fecws restaurant, which also provided the overnight accommodation for two of the party, in anticipation of Jim's flat being fully subscribed.

Some photos and video are
here.





Yet another Second Front


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Not so much a second front, more a second Flood. Shortly after a foot of water had fallen on north Cumbria in 24 hours, we set off for our third episode of track maintenance on the Ratty. Fortunately the rain had been less severe where we were due to work, but there was still evidence of significant precipitation, with the promise of more to come. We spent most of the time shovelling ballast and clearing ditches, inbetween the statutory tea breaks in the statutory heated carriages, not to mention the statutory hot lunches. The weather was actually better than forecast, with only the occasional brief shower during work periods, and some welcome sunny intervals on the second day. And the runaway heated carriage only added to the entertainment.

Some photos are
here.

A second Second Front

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The success of the first advance on the second front led inevitably to a return to the Ravenglass stronghold, this time with a team hand-picked using only two fingers. As well as Derek the well-named Dog we had Thomas the Deaf Dog and two fine Rhodesian Ridgebacks for company. For a while on the Saturday we began to wonder if they were the more intelligent ones, as they trotted around having a good time while we pointlessly moved a point from point A to point B, and a little while later moved it laboriously back again.

However good breeding won out in the end and the realignment was successfully completed. An innovative labour-saving technique was used to bodily propel a complete track panel from point C to point D (adjacent to point A). To protect the patent no more can be said at this time, apart from a hint that a spare wagon might have been involved. Another innovation, for SMRS at least, was a hot lunch served al fresco on the platform at Dalegarth. Next day the weather forced us inside the new and well-appointed cafe/gift shop for Sunday lunch at a communal table. As someone said, just like school dinners.

Some photos are
here.

Not the Christmas meal

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We thought we would repeat last year’s successful combination of training on the WHR and taking advantage of Spooner’s christmas meal offer. Only someone forgot to book the latter event in time....

Still we persevered with a day adjusting the line and length of various curves through
Beddgelert forest, refilling via a special-offer menu at Spooner’s and for some, a trip on the Ffestiniog Santa Special. Father Christmas duly made an appearance, with a distinctly Welsh accent and a taste for the older variety of pun, and insisted on being photographed next to the Chairman. And just who got whose autograph is still not clear.

Others, perhaps wisely, chose to make an early departure to visit the Wigan model railway exhibition, one of the few in the north-west which we will compare against our own.

A step closer

More contact with Darjeeling Tours, this time on the publication of their 09/10 programme. Some tantalising possibilities emerge, despite discounting the Sewing Magazine tour (on the grounds of street cred) and the unaccompanied tours. A straw poll around several candidates revealed a preference for late 2010, for which no tours have yet been scheduled. Who said this was going to be easy?

A Second Front is opened

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As the year draws to a close, it again falls to Our Chairman to lead from the front, opening a new salient in the battle for 2010 fitness, this time on the Ravenglass and Eskdale Railway. Surprisingly, they have not only granted him membership, but also permit him occasional use of a guard’s whistle, when all seems quiet. The result was unforseeable by even the most long-serving committee member, namely a deputation from SMRS to assist in their annual maintenance fortnight. Subtle differences from our previous experiences on the Welsh Highland included heated coaches on the permanent way train, tea breaks of sufficient length to make good use of them, and Derek the Dog as the on-board service manager. A hot meal at lunch time was also gladly received. Some photos are here. And no, I don’t know what’s happened to the formatting, either.

Struggling leaderless in the woods

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As a reward for the excesses of August, a special mid-week excursion was organised for mid-October 2008, to experience a slightly different form of training. Again trackwork, but this time improving on our previous efforts. As one participant put it: ‘It’s really quite simple, we clean the ballast off the rails, unclip the panel, unbolt the fishplates, jack up one rail, Jim Crow the ends until the curve looks right, regap the gap, jack the rail down, bolt up the new, improved fishplates, clip the rail down, check the alignment and repeat for the other rail. Then we move to the next joint and do it all again’.

Unfortunately he omitted to mention the weather forecast, which was not good for our second day, the Thursday. Warm, quite blustery rain in the morning and cold, very blustery rain in the afternoon. In the absence of Our Leader, who had read the forecast, it was never going to go the full distance, and we retired early for the night. The return journey to Rhyd Ddu was notable for the demonstration of the efficiency of the new track drains, and for the slipperiness of the up-gradient through Beddgelert forest. Fortunately Spooner’s provided the necessary means of revival, and the weather improved significantly for the following day’s R&R on the Ffestiniog Railway.

Some photos of the working are
here and of the resting are here.

High summer in the Highlands

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August 2008 was notable for at least two things, the amount of summer rain that fell on England, Wales and at least parts of Scotland, and another training expedition to Snowdonia. The same team was fielded, with no tactical or injury substitutions. The whisper was that if we worked all week we might complete, at least nominally, the main section of track between Caenarvon and Porthmadoc. Regrettably some were taken in by this subterfuge, and put in more hours than was good for them, becoming slightly overtrained as a result.

Predictably, the formal joining of the track never took place, with various excuses floated about the need to perform various complex alignments, re-curvatures and ballasting manoeuvres before the final cut could be made. Nonetheless a golden spike was produced, and duly spiked ‘twixt rail and sleeper. Probably only gold-painted steel, but the thought was there.

Some photos are
here.

Advance warning

Meanwhile, the year of destiny creeps ever closer. Time to go to next base, and advise the service provider that SMRS is coming. Surprisingly, they take it well, and even give the impression they would welcome our business. Clearly the firewall erected around our more nefarious activities is still doing its job, and is letting only good news filter through.

They ask a few pointed questions, though. Like when, where and how many? As if I knew. Were the SMRS a meritocracy, or better still a dictatorship, I could give the answers in a trice. But the potential trippers must be consulted, and given at least a nominal say in where they go and when. An AOB item for the AGM looms.

All Sorts of Success

After detailed statistical analysis of the results of Phase 1, Phase 2 of the Tasks was authorised. This time the safety of Our Leader was ensured in a different manner. An additional candidate would attend Phase 2, programmed to act as a human sacrifice to attract, deflect and/or absorb any potential harm or misadventure, thus shielding Our Leader from any possible ill-effects. Again a clamour of applicants resulted, including two with medical conditions which might otherwise exclude them from the necessarily physical nature of the Tasks.

However the chosen one was a well-decorated and more-or-less able-bodied volunteer, whose Frank bravery was rewarded by surviving the ordeal apparently unscathed. Whether any long-term effects will emerge only time and careful, thorough, fee-earning surveillance by our medical officer, will tell.

The record of achievement is
here. Not surprisingly, Our Leader’s attendance for the full duration of the examination ensured its complete success. In recognition of His presence the Welsh Highland Railway laid on a special attraction, in the form of a bridge on which to lay the track, with real wooden sleepers to fix it to. This taxed the team’s computational ability to the limit, and just a tad beyond. The Chairman’s contribution was such that parts of the track were laid not once, not twice, but three times. Indeed it was not until the following Tuesday that the rest of the track over the bridge was considered to have been laid to the same standard.

The other Tasks were completed with effortless ease, and throughout the entire period of the trial the sun shone on all around. It was awesome just to have been there, let alone participate. Such leadership!

A Result of Sorts

Photographic evidence of the examination in progress is here. It can be seen that neither candidate succeeded in Task Two, although naturally no blame can be adduced to Our Leader. Pressing matters of State compelled him to return to his Office of Revenue in downtown Bootle, to take personal charge of a situation threatening to damage the nation’s financial well-being. Heroically, he insisted on completing Task Three before we departed.

As for the legal advisor, he was all but disqualified at the start for inappropriate use of alternative-gender clothing, namely a pair of nylon insulating undergarments. He was dismissed from the Presence after the first day, when an on-site risk assessment revealed his many and varied customer service skills would go untapped. He returned home early in disgrace, under sentence of riding a motorcycle for almost the whole of the next day, the better to learn the error of his ways. A brown envelope is awaited.

Protection Racket

On careful reflection it became clear that only statutory protection would provide the necessary guarantees of safety. After lengthy discussion a solution was devised - the Society’s legal advisor and small-claims supervisor would be awarded a personal care contract. Close supervision would be provided by Ex-Chairman One and Ex-Chairman Two, both of whom also had considerable experience in the application of the Laws of the Realm.

Departure was preceded by a ceremonial meal at the Kasturi Restaurant, where Indian cuisine was consumed as a symbolic reminder of the True Purpose of our mission. Two supporters and a non-travelling reserve also attended, and bid us a tearful farewell as we departed with full ceremony for the Welsh frontier lands.

Examination

Much to the committee’s humble pleasure the conditions were found acceptable, after settling a minor point of clarification. This was to the effect that supplying a packet of crisps (in lieu of a packet of crisp notes) was not a satisfactory alternative to completion of the Three Tasks. And so authorisation was given for the first candidates to offer themselves for examination.

At this juncture Our Chairman revealed once more the strength and character of His Leadership. Ever willing to experience the privations of his fortunate subjects, He insisted on submitting Himself to the Tasks in person. Naturally this caused some alarm amongst said loyal subjects, as the risks to His Personage becoming damaged in some way were judged small but nonetheless unthinkable. If anything happened He would be almost irreplaceable – we would just have to get someone else to be chairman.

The Tasks

Item 2 on the agenda was the choosing of suitable gentlemen-in-waiting to accompany Himself. Clamour for places began as soon as the epic scale of the adventure was proclaimed to the membership. It was clear that a rigorous and dispassionate selection procedure would be required, in which the ability to supply financial sweeteners would be a (relatively) small factor. After a freewheeling brainstorming session a set of Proving Tasks were devised and deferentially submitted for approval:

Task One: Lay at least four track panels on the Welsh Highland Railway,

Task Two: Traverse the full length of the Festiniog Railway (in both directions) without the use of supplementary oxygen, and

Task Three: Buy a round (Full Beer, no halves, spirits or shandy permitted) for Team members at Spooner's Bar, Porthmadog Station.

As an alternative, and for favoured candidates only, membership can be sought by submission of a packet of crisp, new £20 notes in a brown envelope, for inspection by Our Chairman and Team Leader. He regrets applications cannot be returned.

Darjeeling Tours

The first item on the agenda of the India (Touring Purposes) (2010) sub-committee was selection of a sufficiently prestigious tour operator to shepherd Our Chairman and his Entourage across the sub-continent.

There was only one serious contender, even before the brown envelopes were opened. Darjeeling Tours had delivered exemplary performance on two previous occasions for junior SMRS members (both ex-chairmen but now reduced to the ranks) and could be relied on to deliver the standard of service demanded. And so it was decided.

A Big Idea

Once upon a time, or quite soon after, a certain chief modeller of railways had a Big Idea. As befits a senior government employee, he spelled out the concept in simple words, for the benefit of his grateful public: 

'2010 AD, am 40, go India with friends, play trains, have big party'.

And so Project 2010 was founded, by edict of the current (for the foreseeable future at least) chairman of the Southport Model Railway Society. The CM of R, showing the leadership skills that had slow-tracked him to the pinnacle of Southport's governing elite, sketched out the details in a few more diamonds of sparkling prose:

 'If two of my underlings can go to Darjeeling, one of them twice, I can too. So see to it.'

We had our direction and our inspiration.