Well, yesterday and today (Saturday and Sunday)
Helped run the club’s portable railway at Purbeck Vintage Rally, held near Wareham.
The organisers had fenced off a lane along the side of one the two arenas. Which seemed a Jolly Good Idea in advance, considering some events have placed us in locations most visitors do not spot; but no-one could have foreseen the consequences here.
This arena was used for the main “crowd-pleasers”: not only the vintage vehicle parades but also the dog-training and falconry demonstrations, and two-a-day displays by “The Tigers” childrens’ motorcycle display team.
Don’t get me wrong. We genuinely admired the beauty of the falcons, and were greatly impressed by the young scrambles-bike riders – aged from just five to sixteen.
While these on we could not operate the railway though. Trying to keep an impatient 7-1/4″ g loco from blowing off without losing the fire, for nearly an hour for each display, alongside the dogs, the falconer’s birds and fine black stallion (the trainer ran a sort of animal double act) and clouds of flying dust from the bike wheels, takes some doing.
Not only that but the motocyclists’ adult trainers and supervisors used our railway land to store their jump-ramps clear of the arena while the act was under way. One part they omitted in view of the drought and grass-fire risk, was the fire-column jumps. They erected the ramp and ran the jumps but did not light the torches.
The displays bill was even more intense today (Sunday), to such an extent we decided around mid-day to stop running, and let the engine cool down. I think I was about to set off with what turned out to be the last train with a few young childen on board, when The Tigers roared into dust-filled action a few feet to our left, and the call came to stop. Obviously we refunded the fares; but when we learnt the rest of the day’s events we realised we’d be left with barely half an hour’s running.
There were no programmes, so we could not know what was happening other than by the public-address announcements.
To their credit the organisers did realise their mistake, in discussing it with us. Also, perhaps due to the heat, the whole event suffered from rather low attendance. Perhaps everyone had gone to the seaside.
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The other arena?
That was for what little live steam there was on site; and a rather unexpected display of heavy-vehicle recovery, using two HGV rescue lorries and a scrap refuse-lorry. The breakdown cranes laid this vehicle gently on its side then showed righting it in controlled fashion, using the cranes in opposition. The commentator was at pains to explain the dust-cart was clean, with no fluids in it- the engine had been removed, the hydraulics drained.
Live Steam?
Very little.
Full-size was two rollers, one a Fowler named “Fippeny Queen”, and a Marshall traction-engine christened “Hadyn [sp?] Princess”. I cite those because they have been regulars Dorset engines on the rally scene for decades.
The Marshall spent the weekend belted to a rack-saw bench. Fippeny towed a farm trailer around, giving public rides.
Miniatures: I counted just three miniature traction-engines, of 4-inch scale I estimate, and our “Wren” class locomotive.
The show-ground geographically was not kind to anything with small wheels and exposed motion as it was a mown hay-meadow presenting hard, dry grass tufts in very rough, deeply dusty, sun-baked soil. Even driving an ordinary car across it was unpleasant.
All in all, the show was interesting for vintage vehicle enthusiasts generally; and the funfair and arena displays catered well for families; but we half-dozen club members spent more time trying to sit in the shade than doing any train-driving. I don’t think we carried more than about twenty or thirty passengers in the whole two days.
At least there was plenty of catering on site, and the plastic “building-site” toilets were kept very clean and in good order.