when I finally sat down after tightening up the last rail-joiner on the re-born Vibona Bridge RR [incorporating the Ignace & Crow Creek Extension]. In spite of the nigh-on non-stop rain over the last month, leaving the ground like a quagmire, I persevered, determined to get a complete loop running today if it killed me.
That done, the pair of us [that’s me and ig], sat in our garden chairs, cranked up the controller, and watched as ig’s Baguley-Drewry 0-6-0 switcher chugged around the completed line in the fading afternoon sun, slusping coffee out of of Timmy Horton thermal mugs as our heads swivelled around.
AAAaaaahhh! This is the life, we thought, as I put on a couple of Dash-9 with QSI sound…as noisy as hell, but who cares? In nine years nobody has ever noticed we have HUGE North American steam and diesel trains here in our teeny backyard, hootin’ and whistlin’, chuggin’ and rip-roarin’. So max volume it is!
What a great deal of satisfaction can be derived from just watchin’ the trains go by…rumbling and hissin’, parpin’ and screechin’… makes me want to shake the inventor of train-sound firmly by the paw, it surely does.
Got dark pretty quickly, as we are a good ways north, but we have only just come in - the Aristocraft lights have to be the best in the business, if the black dots in front of my eyes are anything to go by. Anyhow, it was getting chilly - down to 3C now and sitting here in my Train Mountain T-shirt I didn’t want to move to put a shirt on until I had to…
Still, all good things must end, for today, that is.
Tomorrow - STEAM!!!
In this house, we just loves trains.
tac
