A rather sad day…
Not at my home club. That is thriving, though that has its own sadness in the loss of another long-standing member, and the funeral notice has been circulated. He had preserved an old brewery lorry he used to drive professionally, and I gather that will, fittingly, be his hearse.
No, today’s bleakness was with another, totally separate, much smaller group with a rather nomadic history. Its latest episode was becoming involved several years ago with a farmer wanting a miniature railway apparently as some adjunct to farm open-days; with us doing most of the building and operating in return for a railway for us to use…
Best laid plans… Several years of work, mostly by our little club of about eight people at most, then his entire dream and its credibility in our mind, slowly faded. As did our numbers.
The leading member of our team died more than two years ago. His son has been trying to keep things going, despite responsibilities elsewhere. I am in my early-seventies and no stronger than I should be; another member is about eighty and cannot lift anything very heavy either.
With other work on, the landowner did less and less of what he was going to do – complete the earthworks, using his excavator. Though he had bought ballast, second-hand track and other materials. Nor had he done anything towards making the farm attractive to visitors.
I think the alleged interest from a model-railway club renting one of the farm buildings was only in the mind of just one man who has barely been in touch since. At least the farmer can use the workshop we built, a container we supplied and a big, old fuel-tank he already owned but we converted into a carriage-shed.
Today the remaining five of us removed our personal tools and shared any of the remaining rusty steel stock and well-worn old tools we wanted. We had supplied all this ourselves, by donations and by sharing use of personal equipment like welding-sets.
One member took on a part-built, freelance diesel-hydraulic locomotive we intend to complete together, at his home. This was a club project, so quite what we might do with it, we’ve not yet decided.
As one commented, “All this work, and all our time and money!”. We never had a formal subscription or anything like that, and our portable track had only really paid for itself, its insurance, and some materials before eventually losing all operational and financial viability. We had all paid personally for many things including the cost of making club-project parts in our home workshops. Our main personal expenditure of course was travelling to and from the site nearly every Sunday for a few years – a 60-mile round-trip for me.
We’ve not fully walked away yet. Apart from track and rolling-stock still there, we are keeping watch for any sign of revival. Otherwise, another era gone.
I think the only sign of life there was a woman tending her horses in another farm-yard building.