Every homo sapiens needs an outbuilding within the curtelage of their property
Welcome...to my Shed!
Ever since I was a young lad - ie. about six years ago when I fell head-over-heels in love with trains and railways while working on Snowdonia - I've wanted to have my own proper train set; you know, one that has 20 actual miles of track and hundreds of pieces of rolling stock and wagons and those spongy miniature bushes and a tiny village cricket match going on somewhere? I used to work with a chap in Cheltenham (many years ago) who claimed to have an entire attic space at his parents' house filled from wall to wall with an elaborate network built throughout his childhood; it had trap doors to get to the remote corners and made the lights in the rest of the house dim when he had everything a-trundlin'!
At the weekend, the lucky charm that is Arthur caused the eye-spying of a still-in-shrink copy of Dawn Under for just £5 AND this little, in-its-original-box treasure:
For a derisory £15, the kindly old lady at the Charity Shop PoS even put it in a sturdy plastic bag for me. I couldn't wait to get this beauty home (the Train Set not the old lady):
It's ALL there; it may even be 'unplayed with' as a tiny Brake Van detail was still on it's tiny sprue!
It will need a couple of robust 996 batteries to get the engine chuffing; talking of which, let's take a close look:
A delightful range of shapes to get one started!
And the icing on the cake was the intact Catalogue: a full-colour, appetite-whetting world of possibilities:
Oh, so much things!
I suppose the next step is to source some MDF or, perhaps, a sturdy table, upon which to build (and store) this first configuration; I'd better leave plenty of room for expansion because, I fear, this shall not be the end of the matter.